Turn out the light Feel Darkness crawl up Your lap and cuddle In the warmest embrace Whisper about the scars Let them out, the tears With your deepest fears When the words are done Let it slip away, gently Into the night, bearing The heaviness of one With stories never to be told
#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – graceful, imagine, and ambling – for #SenseWrds#prompt 596.
Brush strokes in vivid colors – an image by Bing Image Generator
The wind sways Languid branches With a gentle lullaby And dreams pause a bit On verdant beds So that they can put Chaos to rest And let not nightmares Be conjured from within The darkening forests Of doubt and despair
Book cover of Das unheimliche by Felix Schloemp Buch
Darkness whispered to me Secrets from the ghastly depths A smirk on her lips A spectre of disdain She laughed at my troubles Amused at my failures.
“I saw it die a thousand deaths Ages ago it heaved its last breath Goodness is a cadaver Goodwill a misnomer It’s the time of the Black Serpent Slithering on slippery slopes In and out of its slimy scales; Let me teach you the spells From the bowels of hell To charm Beings of the Night For they are all that survived.”
I embrace the inky silhouette, “My dark friend, I heed your advice.” I summon them from within Pettiness, dishonesty, slyness – Throbbing, waiting to be spawned I befriend the shady shadows Blind like the bats betrothed To deepest caverns and gallows They tell me how to don a mask, This masquerade I join with pride, Of the deceitful who have thrived.
Poetry inspired by the book cover of Das unheimliche by Felix Schloemp Buch. Munich: Georg Mueller, 1914.
The sun melts into the horizon Amalgam of light and darkness Where the lines are blurred Between paradise and hell Consumed by the ocean Glitter hues of golden days Now wrapped in tempests Bellowing over troubled waters Such is life – Moments of delight Washed away by turbulent tides
Sometimes I wrap myself in A gloomy blanket of thoughts For what else can I do When I cannot shed this Heaviness of doubt, anxious bouts That creep into my silence Smothering me with disdain Like a languorous python; I lay in the darkness, Wondering what I did to gain This onerous companion Crushing me from the inside