once moreevil laughterhaunts me in waking hoursI sleep with planscelebrationsjust need to be perfectI swear I feeltightening gripson my busy lone wristsmask drops Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge Chosen Poetry form is Aquarian Invented by A. Maris MazzEach stanza has lines of 2/4/6/2 syllablesAny number of stanzas permitted.Unrhymed. (Multiple of 4 lines)
I suffer from an allergy which makes me sneeze non-stop in the morning. A co-passenger on the train advises me to stay off cold and sour foods after 3 pm, as I swallow an Allegra pill. Back home, I settle down for comfort food - a steaming bowl of chicken soup. As of now. I’d … Continue reading Chicken Soup for the Soul
fun spots to loiterborrowed credit cards to swipecoffee for the soulwho says I am a wastrelI feel happy, I feel whole What Do You See
walk over a chasm to reach the idylldark depths provoking imaginationsmooth white pathways leading celebrationsbe led up the garden path or downhill anti gods bring the ink, gods hold the quillI hear bells ring in alliterationawaken the demons, spark creation different perspectives emerge in synclet me be the bridge, let me be the link Written … Continue reading Dark in light
roots or reflectionsboth concealed and visiblelend valued insights What Do You See hosted by Sadje
chaosnot in line withmy plans and thought processit throws me off balance, out ofcontrol now watchdictators hidein the guise of helperswaiting to pounce on weak momentshate them… know whyI hate chaosdisorder disturbs peacemy unhindered existence, curbspower mirrorsshow same instinctsmy hunger for powerbeyond my life and existenceI fear RXC #252
colors and patternsspeak, yet leave things open tointerpretationwe communicate onlywith standardized symbols I spend the night hunting for lost words. I dream of failure to deliver on a writing project, because I lose a clue. It’s a syllable falling short somewhere, or a synonym not found. The antonym is too aggressive and throws me into … Continue reading Lost words
We walked into the haze together, several years ago, not knowing what lies ahead. Faith kept us together, that only better things lie ahead. The rocks we had failed to see tested us at many points, as the haze thinned down and heat escalated. We stumbled, blamed each other for placing those in our way … Continue reading Dreaming together
how many syllables ignoredhear unspoken words, silent screamshumongous emotions buriedhell breaks loose when one lets off steam Written for dVerse MTB
green upgrades to rustsolitary paths inspireautumnal musingscolors of dreams change with ageyellow, red, orange or brown if youlook back, more thanforward, change directiondon't let sepia invade springcolors Written for Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Autumn
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