The story lay captive on the library shelf, waiting to be discovered, but the right reader had not come as yet. It needed a particular person to know what the trauma meant, and what caused it. The story had started in the same library, two decades ago – meeting someone, an attempt to escape the … Continue reading Story in captivity
I like it as it is image in the mirror soul that shines through and the ticking mind which sees and interprets Yet, I need to fix it every day renew, rebuild, restore to just keep going without slipping back or falling in decay No, it ain’t broke yet hauls me out of … Continue reading It ain’t broke
Before I present tonight’s contribution to the dVerse prompt, I just want to state that this poem is fiction. I know a lot of poets write from their own lives, but as a fiction writer who desires to be a poet, a lot of my poetry involving people is made up. I don’t think the emotions are or the experiences, but they aren’t mine. Thank you. 🙂
Also, I half read the instruction so I wrote the poem, went back and read the instructions again, because lately my brain is a sieve, and I probably could have done a better job with the prompt. 😦
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Don’t judge the crook by his lover
cause opposites attract
and if you are the flower,
then he is manure;
also remember:
the bigger they are
the louder they bark;
but believe me their biting ain’t sharp;
then remember:
no suit makes a man,
no ties make him sane;
just imagine him nude.
and soon you’ll be free.
Courtesy of Illma Gore.
Today at dVerse Poetics Jilly want us to play with adages, change them and use them in a piece of poetry. For me this turned into a bit of satire.
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August 28, 2018
I set fire to myself the world watches this is how I wanted it My inflammable core awaits sparks to … awaken latent potential activate neural networks create new pathways undertake journeys invent destinations to…. ignite creativity I wonder why the world sees output but not the underlying process this is not how … Continue reading How I wanted it
He is unable to decide which world is darker – the one he has left behind, or the one he is travelling through the sky now, with an unknown chaperone. Back home, he had heard of a character called Yamaraj, and this guy could probably be him. It does not matter really, as he longs … Continue reading sURREAL
“I like the mirror, but am not too sure of the angle of its placement. Is it meant to reflect the vehicles driving in, or to multiply happiness by reflecting the sky?” I’m a freshly minted feng-shui consultant, and like to distribute knowledge free of cost, to all those who care to listen. Aunt Maria … Continue reading Locked up
Life is not very exciting on the shore. The temptation to fly high and survey the scene on the ground is always high. At times, I do indulge in it. Water surfaces look beautiful like sheets of glass, and I hope someone down there is seeing my reflection. But I always come back here – … Continue reading Waiting
fair weather friends sap energy out of me solitude beckons Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge - Week 111
“You will float through space, seeing the planets from a distance. The people and places you know will appear as tiny specks, but you will be able to recognize and communicate with them about your experience.” The tantric is in a deep conversation with my father. “You don’t look like you work for NASA.” I … Continue reading Journeys
