Hour 6 “Solitary…”

Hour 6

9/2/2023

 

“Solitary…”

 

Seems a commonality shared within our understanding and even the acceptance of the word “solitary” for what it is.  But is it “shared” or is it just that we each have our own unique ‘bars’ behind our eyes?

 

A Roman Catholic Seminary,

The United States Marine Corps;

years of doing, living,

a wandering will-o’-the-wisp –

I couldn’t even buy a social clue…

but strangers HAD to tell ME

their hurts and of the abuse and abrasions

to their souls… ’cause at least I WOULD listen.

 

Trust isn’t given – it’s earned,

and people have their own agendas,

their own ways.

 

Eating is a hell of a habit to break

and hunger is not a choice.  Some scam

but,they can still be human.

 

You come to see that most often

…people… “settle” –

for someone (anyone) to

share a path.

 

They may be good,

or bad;

but, most often afterwards –

they HAVE to change the other into their OWN vision

of what they want a partner to BE.

Then the “changing” of a person becomes the priority

– until –

the changes take away the person that was

OR the intended changee becomes so frustrated

and angry with giving up themselves.

For the most part – we DON’T choose

whom we love, just whom we like.

 

Loneliness is real

and it builds and builds

as false hopes are dashed,

and wishes fail and fall by the waysides –

fill our world, flavor our lives.

 

And we grow our own “bars” behind our eyes –

seeking to keep our feelings and emotions hidden

as our only way of dealing rather than take

another (or even any) chance at all

that COULD hurt… or crash our uni-verse.

 

Reaching means risk, risk means – it could hurt.

Loneliness wins and each of us pays a price.

 

Chris

(C) Chris Twyford 9/2/2023

 

 

#Prompt 6 – 2023

Over the Edge

There be dragons
Fire breathing
Fast flying beasties
Playing catch with the plants
Riding the Milky way like a roller-coaster
Vaporising space monkeys
Scattering ash like snow upon our land
Flaming the sun as it tries to hide
Icing the moon
In hues of blue against crimson
Beware
Don’t get too close
All the mysteries of the unknown
Can be found … over the edge

Lonely

Memories sixty years long trucked away.
Collections stuffed in boxes
Meaningful mementos moved
One chair remains

The World Is Flat But Life A Wave Poem #6 by Ingrid Prompt #6

From the naked eye,

I see the World as flat.

Even when I hike to

the edge of a cliff, there is another

platform of rock below-

a safety net-

a line I do not cross!

 

But, from this flat line where I stand to

the horizon line, Life is neither flat nor dull!

Life is alive with:

vivid colours, textures, hues and sounds.

 

Life explodes in richness and shape!

Life takes on various shapes and forms.

Sounds of life: tones, harmonies and frequencies

bend in appreciation.

Moving, flowing-growing with Life!

Travelling the world in waves Life is

in constant motion.

Giving even further Life

through breath and growth.

 

The World Might be flat

But, Life is not!

Hour 6 The End

Write a poem about something ending. It could be a relationship, a stage in life, or the apocalypse. The details are up to you.

 

And so this is how it ends
The discomfort, the fake smiles, the awkward conversation
Or lack of
The words aren’t there anymore
They don’t flow
They don’t come easily
Each one is measured
Deliberated over
To make sure nothing offends

So this is how it ends
Strangers who once entertained each other
Shared meals
Shared secrets
Fears
Life
Strangers who once were a lifeline
In times of trouble
Grief
And fun, let’s not forget the fun

This is how it ends
With the distance far greater
Than the few inches that separate us
The glazed-over eyes
The pretend call that had to be taken
The not even offered hug
Or fake promise of let’s get together soon
Or worse still
It was so good to see you

It ends
They walk away
Without looking back
Without a tear
Or regret
Just relief
It’s over
It ends

#5 The Mystery of Who’s to Blame?

Who’s to Blame?

 

Things did not go as planned.

Do we blame the personal assistant

Who arranged the business dinner at 1804 C Street?

Or the Uber driver

Who assumed it was C Street NW not NE?

Or the executive who didn’t specify

If he wanted Indian food or French cuisine?

Or the lawyer who insisted

He knew  where and when and what they should eat?

Or the delivery man who double-parked his van that blocked C Street

And backed up traffic for half an hour?

Or the nanny

Who couldn’t pick up the children from school?

Or the principal

Who issued a detention to one of the children for name-calling?

Or the weatherman

Who forecast 5” of snow and it happened?

Or the minister

Who had encouraged families to slow down?

 

Blame is a game that nobody-wins.

Cindy Herndon

dearcrab1pm

Dear Crab;

Hey. I want to talk
to you for just a moment
about this- Persona you got
going on.

You started being crabby
because of what you went through
that’s ok-
I get it. I understand

But I want to caution you
some people don’t see it that
way and think you’re being childish
It hurts to hear that, I know

I want you to know that
it’s ok to let your guard down
It’s ok to be warm and fuzzy
I know you’re scared to

I am asking you to lay down your
shell. You do not need it anymore
You’re not the same person you were
when you were 17-
hell you’re not the same person you were
last year

and that’s ok. Life is a tricky thing
It’s all about finding yourself where you
were
are and
want to be

You’re going to be ok
and I can’t wait to see
the beautiful crab without her shell

Nature’s Captured Moments

Nature is a canvas, it blossoms
A Photographic eye captures its fragrance
The lenses catch its colors and brightness
Every moment recorded in Golden light.

Wherever Nature petals blooms in between flowers
Silently they murmur lots of stories
which were hidden in Nature dreams
Vision takes a role and flights with lens
The photographic eye clicks in hand

Concentration and patience, draws new scenes
You can shoot images with creative eye, a vivid dream
Lenses capture new senses, with beautiful essences
It reveals reality with lens if you are good enough.

 

 

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Hour 5: Ego as a Crime

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

That is why, my dear, I am not insane but merely a genius.

No two of my canvases will resemble each other,

As I am a talented man of well-rounded abilities

Painting music, composing poems, and singing in color.

I carefully collect each shade of crimson and ultramarine and ochre

To recreate portraits of skin and blood and trees and air, pumping through a web

Of eternal creativity begging to be released by only my hand; the hand that feeds.

I build my own instruments of leather and wood, breathing in the soft wind of legacy

In my palms, in the notes of this page, in the music to be sung forever.

I have created a life of art for my infinite audience and

I have committed no crimes.

Allowing the world to kill me off has become my sin;

Through the fog, you will never find anyone else

As crazy as me.

Prompt 6 – Infinite Abyss Aglow

Image Courtesy of Pixabay

 

Upon the flat Earth,

Gaze o’er the edge’s unknown,

Endless mysteries,

Uncharted realms lie below,

Infinite abyss aglow.

Antoinette LeRoux © 2023