Thick skin
my thighs were thick enough to kick away the feelings, all the outside one, but what was under the skin, that blood line was different, way different…
Contentment
Contentment
Ever
Burning unceasingly firmament
cascading
Cooling effect
Effervescence indifference
Apathy empathy
Awakening lingering
Inner thrust outward sign
Inward movement
Pulsating
Wondering
Hour Seven
Write a poem that contains primarily visual images. Really focus on creating striking and lasting images. The images can be connected or disconnected.
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Murder
of crows, breaking through dimly lit
tunnel entrances—Flinging violet pedals
from their wings. Caricatures, drawn on
cheap canvas—all my friends lining the walls
of my otherwise barren hall. Shaking you up
like a liter-o’-cola—Farva blowing his lid. Steaming
up and out, a sauna brimming out a crooked door.
I’m going home. Waiting for bad news and a phone
screeching through that contemplative silence. Freckles worn
like archipelagos on the face. A plethora of multicolored sun beams
radiates from the diamond. Pearls hang from Nuit’s arched back, glistening
with starlight—a planet revolves around a long forgotten celestial body. Ra
had his time, now is the age of the child.
Untitled (3:00 PM)
I am found breathless, bound
in the parenthesis of your kiss.
Unknown to my undoing, you
hold my heart, enclosed in your fist.
Gentle sighs deplete the quiet,
minutes tick away unheard.
The world is twirling on its axis
yet here its ceased to turn.
(A million stars will dance tonight
because you are in the world.)
A flame of hand, a shock of lips
all my secrets you’re unfolding.
But safe within this secret bliss
your heart I’m sweetly holding.
(Oblige the sun and bless the moon
a song of secret is her tune.)
Poem7/24 “UNFADED LOVE”
“Primarily Visual Image Poem Challenge”
Lying on the ground
Embracing the cold wind
Caress of the night
Staring the stars
Counting the blinks
Covered by the clouds
Can’t see, too far
Away from each other
Hoping, dreaming
Longing to bind
Different color’s sight
Reflection of light
Dropped from nowhere
Wish I was there
To wish the starry fair
To wish my dream
To wish my knight
“Unfaded love”
Hour 07 4.30-5.30am — #84 “Seven dozen”
seven dozen really inspire one — & at least one site suggests a modern call for #84 is Dumbledore, so it’s a no brainer
#84
Homage to the Old Bumblebee
born in Mould-on-the-Wold
a mildewing village, of honey
buzzes round his kingdom castle
bee-humming, pollenating minds
weight-of-the-wizard-world bearer
secretknower, secretkeeper, burdened
keeps the darkness at bay
through whimsy & play
eyes blue enough to pierce souls
twinklekind & full of mischief
the one who knows
but would rather not
but as someone must
— it is he who knows
At last! #21. Lots of choices at last.
A Storm (Poem 7)
I’m stuck in a storm
Unmovable
No place to go
Sheets of rain drench me
Impossible to see the road
I have to press on
Thunder roars
Rattling my insides
A lion, a predator
Driving me away
Lightening snaps
Lighting up the sky
Immobilized
I want to retreat
The storm is a straight jacket
Held in nature’s prison
I accept defeat
Poem #7: Vicious
How vicious thinking of you is,
How disruptive it is to the calm in my life.
Because I know your mind dwells somewhere else,
You are forgetting me, beautiful one.
And you, the man, that destroys the ease,
With every passing day,
The storm breaks upon my skin,
And I shatter again,
All the glass at your feet,
So retreat, retreat.
These words have become so vicious,
And luring to the dark,
You tear me apart, and wash me away,
How I love you so, so much still,
Without you even knowing, caring,
How vicious that is.
waiting….
just one more month
to wait for ten new fingers to be wrapped around two of mine-
for plump little cheeks
and dimpled chin
for burps and poops and spit up all over again-
always worth the wait
worth every second every pain
waiting to be your grandma
so not waiting in vain.