Private in my thoughts Breathe deeply with lips shut tight Cautious of conflict Concentrating and counting Listen to air, push and pull ~What’s that I smell? An idea rising!~ My throat starts rattling For a thought now fully formed With my turn to speak I watch you concentrating Lips shut tight, breathing deeply
A tanka puente shared with Tanka Tuesday wordlist – listen, smell, speak
Seduction – theatre in real life The meeting of illusion and reality Lost in a hall of mirrors Reflections prove difficult to see Kept busy with ritual The chase, chocolate and flowers The world is just a stage Filled with clockwork amateurs A geometric jerky quickstep A dance without a guarantee All those things worried about And that never came to be
The first two lines are paraphrased from Robert Greene.
Dear me. Yes, you! Recall that time you made a fool of yourself? Your so-called friends, laughing and pointing You grew stronger with every struggle And maybe now, you don’t even recall You are still here and where are they now?
A cherita letter shared with What’s Going On?
Why the angels are heaven-bound? What purpose do they serve When on earth there’s no sign to be found? The witchcraft of man, made curious The angel descends to earth God’s breath drawn and furiousA silent walk through woods at night amongst the garden flowers Where beauty hides within plain sight In thunder and a whirl of lightning flash A metamorphosis into a siren God’s wrath turns golden wings to ash Unable to fly and then bound in stone God sighs at the circle of life The angel’s choice to die alone
Shared with No Theme Thursday picture prompt and The Sunday Whirl Wordle #675 (wordlist: witchcraft metamorphosis garden whirl woods fly siren sign breath stone circle why)
Vacuous thoughts rise – then becoming prosaic Never surrender! Clarity comes with coffee – so life has meaning again
Shared with Tanka Tuesday using synonyms for mindless and humdrum and reflecting the struggle to write before coffee and the ability to conjure words after coffee!
Until the end of my days I’m fighting to finish this life sentence It may be 25 years or longer The key is here somewhere It’s solitary confinement No escaping the prison of my mind Resigned to my fate The end of the tunnel
Shared with dVerse Quadrille #210 – light
Cultivate your garden On the revelations of loss A flower to push on through The weeds you’ll come across Are you terrified of the rain Or love rolling around in mud? Either way, stand up again To see roses made from blood There always was a before And there will be an after For every tear spilt Endless hours of laughter You can hold onto your pain Keep it safely in a box Remind yourself now and again Of this healthy paradox
Inspired and paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions
A cento – 12 lines from 12 other poems. Each line is linked back to the original full poem.
Fatman report
Roll up, roll up, it’s the next celebrity President In our broken project, our failed experiment Cutting off our faces to spite our noses Now, we no longer smell of roses Dear Uncle Slaughter is playing American Roulette Seeing how much blood from oil he can get Those colour revolutions are all black and white And they’re coming home, ready to fight Without the destroyer, there are no destroyed Our freedom and democracy never employed Long decades of lies, living The Big Instead Until every last inch has been bled Roll up, roll up, let every lawyer in If it’s all a game someone has to win Roll up, roll up, it’s your time to choose Between the little and nothing you’ve let to lose
What now for the warriors brave The fighting all said and done? There’ll be no more bloodied hands No more battles to be won The fire is going out in my eyes Fingertips full of flames I return my atoms to the universe To recycle my remains I’ll rest in peace, return to the stars Unable to know the rewards But if there’s a light worth fighting for That’s what I’ll head towards
Shared with Kevin’s No Theme Thursday picture prompt
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