He caught her eye as she swung past, Her partner tossed quite often, Showing off his leading skills, And her, in ballet motion. Ah, that authenticity! Poetry with music. “Cut!” he yelled. “Break for lunch,” another voice. “I almost thought you meant it.” She smiled….
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Poem 11: Dance
The bartender pours the liquor into the cup, and the cloaked man sitting at the counter downs the shot. Across the room lit by dangling citrine lanterns, by the crackling fireplace, a musician starts to play a violin. Raw, rusty sound fills the stuffy but…
Out Yonder (Hour 5)
OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…
Color My World
Red for the blood White for pure Blue for integrity Color My World Yellow sun The pink rose The orange sunset The day will close Green for money and wealth Brown for laboring at the belt Color My World with history Color My World with…
Swallowtail Jig
The sounds of stings The joy it brings The melody, it soothes me Creatively groovy The notes the scream Follow me Joyfully Pick up your bow Go with the flow The pen it bleeds As my soul sings
The party had just begun
Relativistic perpetuation running rampant engulfing the turf Portending catastrophe, there is a loud crack, booming from behind The water cascades in, cacophony complete a thunderous rumbling underneath From the wall’s collapse, there is no return. Run There is nothing left behind ahead is full of…
Poem 11: Frozen Music
Architecture, frozen music Wine, captured sun Opera, conserved passion Whiskey, preserved earth Art and food, maintained life
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Abandon all fear he who enters here Abandon all cause for distress and unease Abandon your deadlines, alarms and reminders Give in to the flow of time that’s unmeasured Make plans that will never become out of date Abandon your purpose and let your mind…
Colors of My Soul
I was red. I’ve been red for a long time now. Red since the day before I was born. Every now and then, I’d be purple Drifting in and out of the blues. Hues, like waves washing my feet. And now, I’m blue. “What’s come…
splittings
“I am choosing not to suffer uselessly / and not to use her / I choose to love / this time / for once / with all of my intelligence” – Adrienne Rich she and I terrified, i suppose i am we seem to be…