#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 19
In the labyrinths of silence
I explore inner darkness
In awe, I see the lines rusted
Of rotting pain
Etched on my heart
By recollections deep
Digging in like ridged shards
Most painful are moments
I try to, but I can’t recall
They lie in the gloomy corners
Smothered by macabre screams
The ones I had muffled
For I knew no one cared
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Edward J. Goodman. Too Curious. London; Guildford: Bentley & Son, 1888 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 15
A window of thoughts
Hidden behind creepers
Ruffled by the rustle
Of leaves and critters
And a faraway breeze
Carrying your perfume
Placing it naughtily in the
Sweet center of a Jasmine
It’s summer time and the Jasmine vine shrubs are in full bloom. Their gentle aroma fills the air almost always carrying memories from afar. This poem is also inspired by the book cover for E. A. Bowles. My Garden in Spring. London: T. C. & E. C. Jack, 1914 — Source. Cover design by Katherine Cameron
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 14
I have missed you before
In tangled thoughts
Jumbled recollections;
In a corner concealed
I found that one evening
We spent together
Hidden in a bulky album
Between pearl paper
Tender as papyrus
Gossamer stories
Motley of words, photos
Almost glowing neon
Just as they appeared
They soon disappeared
Blown far into the distance
In a fading Autumn breeze
Fragile yellow petals
Of wrinkled memories
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Friedrich Christian Accum. A Treatise on Adulteration of Food and Culinary Poisons. London, Longman, 1822 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 13
Old bones hold memories
Crumbling in the dust
Ivory turns to decay when
The lark has flown away
Dispersing the melody
Once resonating in the nest
Now empty, dusty, creaky
Recollections lie scattered
Broken, sunburnt, and weary
Poetry inspired by the book cover for C. Lockhart-Gordon. To the End. London: John F. Shaw and Co., 1898[?] — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 12
There was nothing before
The rundown mirror
Just a tired reflection
Of bored, dying eyes
That I chose to ignore
Instead, I imagined the grays
Were flecks of silver rain
The sagging skin, all the hills
I climbed with gleeful steps
Weariness is just a facade
To hide joy from prying eyes
And so I believed all the lies
That my image was a disguise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Arthur Stringer. The Loom of Destiny. Boston: Small, Maynard & Company, 1899 — Source.
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