free falling within outside: it’s so still, dark, quiet. i hear the dark rush of the winds, inside. not quiet; not still; dark.
Tag: #PoetryMarathon2015
Grandmother’s Toy Box
Grandmother’s Toy Box Virginia Carraway Stark Mystical Magical toy box With unlimited Possibility Every time a new discovery Little red riding hood Flip her She turns into a wolf Puppets And dolls In handmade dresses and coats Storybook treasures Of pirates and ghosts Lego pieces…
#8 – Unbelievable creature
This unbelievable creature Is flying above the city Screaming at all winds To whoever will hear That the war is over Know, my brothers and sisters That the one announcing the war is over Is already prepared for the next one The one…
#7bis – Grow
Invisible filaments Connect invisibly All visible beings Very tiny hooks Everywhere On all surfaces Connect all dots On all stuffs Without being seen What are you doing Behind the scene That grows you Why don’t you show it all To the…
#7 – Horns and fish
Don’t mock him, even if He’s funny, he can do things You will never be able to He laughs to your misfortune He slaps you in the face When you cry for nothing No it’s not totally that He never was violent Never…
#6bis – Decorated turtle egg
I found it at the back of the garden I knew I had to hide it under my pillow Without letting anyone seeing it I was afraid when I fell asleep I could feel something was About to happen that night I wake…
#6 – Their voices
They all talk About you Their voices Echo in your head Their voices Bounce on the wall Of your skull Your dull skull Is there even a brain In these walls? Echoes echo And what hurly-burly Headaches and nightmares Invade…
#5bis – Your body does the work
Your body does the work You float away from it You wait for something And suddenly you see it It joins you You can’t say it’s good Or bad, You just can’t do otherwise Your body does the work That you…
#5 – Sex Bouquet
You get in the room I smell your love The air is changing Starting sparkling Stars are blushing Moon is dancing Your bliss is buzzing All your skins is ting ting You give me your broom I don’t know what to tell When you…
#4bis – Life Source – Life Force
Nothing nature creates Is ever a draft Always perfect From the first thought From the first time Imagined ideal Born ideal Like you like me Ideal as a dream Dream as a flame In your heart Desiring the world Born ideal…