Category Archives: Poetry – Prompts

In dark Corners…waiting For dawn

sometimes…..you miss the
……………………………madnesS

……………….It becomes more of a hunger
than an urge

you listen Close to silence,
study it’s …………………………………movement
follow the slow
……………………………daRk
…………………………………….trails
………………………………………………of its path
you Shout often
revEl in the boundless ………….power
of an unrestrAined wind
…………………………hold close the sound of
………….whispers.
Memory is a gritty irritant
…………….like sand in your
………………………eye…..
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Things We Can Hold

How
we seek
that which we
can grasp, control,
when things of import
more often resemble
the feeling the first time you
held a baby — fragile, unsure —
or attempts to embrace wisps of smoke,
or reaching for a hand no longer there.

an etheree for dVerse

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Perfect

There are things
which remain perfect,
provided
we always
remember them as they were…
not what they become.

.

A Shadorma for the image at the Mag

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A Table for Two

I requested a table
for two – something quiet,
intimate – where we
could be alone … with each other.

The mood was right
the lighting perfect
the food excellent
the service superb

Her eyes swirled like
the spoon stirring her
coffee, and never met
my own.

I requested a table
for two, but at no point
were we ever alone…
with each other.

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Are You So Inclined

There is an inclination
to try and force

order into
the place of chaos,

bread into
the void of hunger,

plastic people into
positions of power,

any alabaster disaster
into a lack of faith,

something of yours
to become mine,

a demographic
to be subject to an elite,

achievers of altitude
to be brought back down…

 

I disagree with your ideas
of forced solutions.

 

Keep your order,
I will create my own.

Keep your bread,
and the associated  dependence.

Keep the plastic people
where they can do no harm.

Keep your carved deity,
there is one I worship.

Keep what is yours,
leave me what is mine.

Keep your ideas of subjection,
I will choose freedom and responsibility.

Keep your subjective equality,
I will strive for the stars.

 

Why would I willingly subject
myself to the ideas
of societal behavior
with which I disagree?
Are you so inclined as
to abandon yours,
…in favor of mine?

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The Shore

Life’s lasting impression,
one final

dawn.

The tide comes with the heat,
waves erase

tracks.

Tears mingle with the sea,
wind scatters

ash.

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Red Balloon

Amidst the horde of hats and coats
huddled beneath

umbrellas — straining
to maintain structure —

there is an upturned
face —

oblivious to the wet, sting
of the drops —

watching the path
of the red balloon

as it fights to reach the heights
it is destined for.

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