Poetry Project

Poetry Project

Saturday, October 31, 2015

All Hallows Eve



Tomorrow begins my quest to write a novel in a month. 


Visit My Bohemian Writing Adventures for observations and musings during this 50K word deep dive.  

Poetry explorations will resume when I surface at the other side...



Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Writer's Block





Thoughts
slither
over
and over
each other 
until tangled
snarled
intentions
coil
tight
ready
to strike
muse
but 
a viper
deep
 in the pit
hiss
closer
hiss
come
hiss
to
 me
now


























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Sunday, October 4, 2015

Moleskine


It has been a long time

I have not wanted to face
the honesty
the bleakness
the harshness
the reality

that becomes undeniable
once stroked

that space
between the lines

at last...

the wine flows
lush and long
ribbons
warming words
like velvet


Saturday, October 3, 2015

9th Step




I am alone
except for those
that run 
hot and cold
circles 
around me

A howling maelstrom 
whips wild
long brown hair and intentions
like an afterthought
onto the sidewalk

oh sweet friend
all blush and coy
you pull my truth
out like a splinter

I long to be free
of the fierce transfixion
but dread birthing 
the jagged point
that rips both ways

My swollen lower lip
throbs
threatening
 to split
a gossamer scar
betraying
 a slip
in judgement long ago

When in the shadow of his glistening hopeful words
       I could shine no light

A decade had passed
when I received his release papers
an oblation
a curse 

Forever entrapped
I must remain 
burdened
blistered
in the shadow of silent amends



Friday, October 2, 2015

Binge


I hear my name
being called 
in the soft static hiss
as the world 
turns vague
flickering
notions
into poisonous medicine
I cannot stop
swallowing


Hours 
stretch 
into days
seep
into weeks
bleed
into years

The last words

I hear
my own 
silence

Where did my life go?

The plasma shimmers
blissful
into 
the void



Thursday, October 1, 2015

Eos


Words 
like clouds at dawn
cluster and fan
out and across
an endless intention

Their brilliance 
glows
ripe
behind the blinds
Urging me 
upwards
and out
above the sleeping city
my complacent comforts

to witness
inspiration
if only for a few moments
my blues
burn
orange




Saturday, April 4, 2015

Lost and Found in Narnia



Fleeing the confines of the day, the mind
All loose and well worn
Becomes the wanderer forever
Under the hazel skies  
Light drapes through branches, clinging to every willothewisp curve
As though the accidental forrest dances
Right before your eyes


*Poetry prompt: write an acrostic work based off a word chosen at random - Oct 8,2014 OctPoWriMo  Fabular: of or relating to a story, novel, or the like written in the form of a fable.