Poetry
If a tree falls
and paper is produced from it
has poetry already been made?And, if this is the stuff
from which poetry is made,
for whom would it matter?And, if it meant anything,
or even mattered,
would you pay better notice?Or, would you dismiss it,
like everything else,
as an inundated endeavor?But, if it meant everything
that you ever wanted,
would you stop yourselffrom writing?
Poetry
Candle
When I light you,
you flicker. When I
touch you, you burn.Melt down your body
until you are nothing more
but a flat disc. I gave you lifeand you died on me… Oh, why?
Poetry
PRUDENCE’S PLAYGROUND
“Keep me from the dark,
pendulum of sanity!”
(swing creeks) “No.” thump… thump…#KwirbsBlurbs
#haiku
#5-7-5
Poetry
A Hostage Situation (L. obses situ)
Led solely by the whispers of a hopeful protagonist
when, suddenly, the writer became his own anti-hero.
Prompted by this brevity challenge.
Because, prompts are super fun!
Poetry
Every Man, Warbling (a Sonnet)
These meek ballads of every man forlorn’d
are sung from the pleas made out from temporal
marriages of keys, notes, medley’s intoned
in vivid nows; a slight architecturalform whose function is to plead and relieve
the restlessness of unfinished music.
An elusive sound interweaves bittersweet
serenades with flatly choral strains musing.Sonatas tempt his soul’s ( pieces ) resolve;
a chorus urging to conform to (mis)deeds
of songs composed, misplaced, replaced, withdrawn
from realms of abstract things – sadistic needs. –As man, forlorn’d, warbles in forced ballad,
these dissonant tunes make him less… ( …valid. )
Poetry
Embrace This Circumstance
Perhaps it is courage
or some semblance of it
where wires that fray
from this fray to that
bonds all troubles
with dashes ofbeep. (finality.) beep.
something else; a reminder
that frailty is not the result
but the conditions from whence
this broken ballad began
its resounding trill in faint pulses.beep.
A pulsation that resounds
beyond the rooms we’ve found
ourselves imprisoned.Nothing has changed
while nothing
is as it once was.– flatline –
20 lines. Prompt: picture of 2 patients reaching out to one another in a hospital room.
Poetry
The Difference
i.
The reasons
for your choices are
the essence of my existence.Your words are cutting
slices of me
that fall between your and my
ideals;the little things
that define us.ii.
We never changed.
Your admittance
cannot transcend beyond
your views of my youth
whilst your years are the pillars
cemented in my foundation.Your departure
ruins me;the bigger things
that became us.iii.
(
pondering.
)iv.
You’ve moved on.
v.
We stand apart
and alone.Though no longer the edifice
built on a premise
of ideals,understandably,
I still yearn for it.
Brevity written in 99 words (stanza enumeration, included). Initially, a response to this prompt though, in hindsight, I cannot be certain. Wrote it right before lunch on Thanksgiving Day…
Poetry
Old Skool’d
We met
in your words, dancing, through your plots advancing;
from prose entrancing as dins of emotional things.
– Ruthless reaming, pauseless scheming. –
(maybe dreaming) An uncanny ability
to belittle the little
that is left
of me.
But,
in you,
the only right
is greater than worse.
(cruelest credo) A remarkable ignorance.
– Choked on egos from mediocre placebos. –
In your lessened heaven, you, Legend unquestioned,
omit to mention: I’d learned these lessons since beforewe met.
Poetry
To Which, in Placid Repose
Purposes…
(seemingly)
…that she,
he clinches.Upon him
fleetingly nothing
to impress
her;meager things
they asked,
the sum of all
we– precisely –
lack.
Time…
Response to a challenge found here.
25 words, exactly (title, excluded).
Poetry
My name is Cinderella and I’m an alcoholic.
I used to drink while dusting mantles,
but now I crave the fuels, hydraulic.Hi, my name’s Rapunzel and I’m a kleptomaniac.
Below the tower, next to the horse,
are the evidence in haystacks.Blue Fairy, here, with Tinkerbell! We love to gossip!
So we’re not actually here to share,
we’re just wagering in on toss-ups!My name is Esmerelda and I’m here with my Aunt Wendy.
Tinkerbell promised a show,
so start whenever you’re ready!My name is Sleeping Beauty and I’m a narcoleptic.
When Charming wants to kiss and tell,
I drug him with analeptics.Hello, I’m Princess Jasmine and I have halitosis.
Aladdin thinks the rugs can fly
when my breath causes hypnosis.Jane, here… and I brought my husband, Tarzan.
ran into Pocahontas, just ignore us,
we’re just early for a dinner plan!My name is Ariel, they call me Little Mermaid.
I’m aquaphobic and obsessed
with singing when persuaded.I’m Princess Megara, my hubby’s Hercules.
I ran away from Mount Olympus
and developed foot and mouth disease.Hi, my name is Belle and I am claustrophobic.
I imagine all the furniture
poised in mixed spots of aerobics.I’m Merida. Sorry for the knuckle-cracking.
My mother took my bow away,
but “‘Merica”, so now I’m packing!Greetings, I am Elsa and I can’t let it go,
that every time I cook or bake,
the food transforms to snow.Hi, my name is Anna, and I am Elsa’s sister.
I had some trouble with some boy,
so now the stable hand’s my Mister.I guess my name’s Mulan. I like to wear men’s clothes.
I can’t tell my reflection
from the girl that it’s exposed.Hello, my name’s Tiana and I’m obsessed with frogs.
But it’s not as bad as my cousin,
twice removed, and her obsession with the dog.Hiiiiiiiiii! My name is Barbie!
Ken just dropped me off!
Yaaaaaaay! Tupperware party!I am Princess Nala and I can’t hold a wand,
I initially was mad because…
…never mind, I’ll just eat this blonde.Hi, my name is Alice. I fell through a rabbit hole.
I thought I saw the Queen of Hearts,
but I also just smoked a bowl…Salutations. I’m Aurora. I’ve personalities, two.
My name is Sleeping Beauty
and these dwarves are all my crew.Pocahontas, here, gathering you all as planned.
Forget the 60 minutes
and get the hell off of my land!Response to this prompt. Basically, Princesses in group therapy. Not my usual theme, but the prompt was so alluring, I couldn’t resist, haha! Have fun!
