Eternal rest looms closer As each new dawn comes ‘round; Tick tock goes the clock… Does the world get you down? Every day, endless tasks await, Stress piled on stress… Sometimes the whole mess Explodes into disaster. Really, who wants salad now, or Teriyaki fish and a sensible rice dish?
No. We need a decadent pastry puff, Luscious ladyfingers, scrumptious spumoni, Maybe just a simple jar Of Nutella. Get those sugar highs Before the clock runs out.
Image is mine. Poetry form: acrostic plus. Written for dVerse.
I wander aimless, Nameless, My identity stripped; A mystic misfit, Neither flesh, nor ghost, Nor succubus host, I burn like fire Bereft of desire. I weep like snow, Drifting t’ward home, Shunned, exiled, I’ll stop here a short while…
She sits at a gilt-edged vanity In a silky red robe, hairbrush Placed just so, her skin aglow, But she does not get too close To the glass. She knows That faint network of cracks Spiderwebbing out from the side Of the otherwise pristine mirror. When she glides downstairs, She avoids glancing in dark corners Where harsh harbingers of new Contretemps lie in wait, Growing fat on innuendo And words better left unsaid. She imagines their nasty little fangs And obscenely furry legs, Eager to latch onto tender flesh. At the breakfast table, she smiles At her husband and reaches For a perfectly ripe strawberry From the cut crystal bowl, Never sparing a glance For the tiny brown recluse That sinks its teeth into her hand.
A friend in a poetry workshop shared a challenge: write a poem containing a dichotomy.
This is my first experience in writing atom poetry, which I found at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. It’s harder than it seems to write 5/7/5 in letters (not syllables) and end up with something meaningful. I used Adam because it sounds like atom.
In the middle of the code, With some above and some below, Lurked the answer, like a toad Camouflaged in moss and stone– Not the average nor the mode, But the center of the road. Data streamed and data flowed, Keeping techies on their toes; They snacked on chips and cookie dough, Slurped up coffee hot and cold, Trying to get the truth to show. A few decided to reload, But most just wanted to go home.
Image from Pixabay. Poetry form: rhyming mishmash.
Meet me under the midnight moon, When all the stars come to life; Trees pose in a gracious swoon, Welcoming the bold and the shy. Clouds gather to celebrate This union of dark and light; Call it love or call it fate– Open your throat to the skies.
Image credit to Lovethispic. Poetry form: double quatrain.
You were so proud that day, As we walked hand in hand Through fields of green and gold; You said you’d found new dreams, And were going away To fulfill your soul. You didn’t notice my face, Damp with tears; Your ship would sail soon– I had already lost you. Do I rue not speaking up, As I walk these fields now, Soon to turn green again As spring melts the ice, A small hand clasped in mine? No, I have the best Of what you left behind, This golden child. And from what I’ve heard, You’re still searching for something You’ll never find.
In the middle Of your complicated life, Stuffed with bills and pills And the external drive To make noisy music That I hate so much– Because who can hear a fly When someone’s screaming C’mon c’mon TOUCH Me babe? Anyway, look… Somewhere in between The box of tissues And the coloring book Full of swear words (Lady, you got issues), I find a spot To plop My furry purry self down And take a nap. Because Life doesn’t have to be More complicated Than that.
[Written in 2016.]
The Daily Prompt: Complicated. Poetry form: free verse. Image is mine.