At the doorstep

#FromOneLine #prompt 166

These lines for #FromOneLine #prompt 166 is a reflection on the current International affairs in the context of the war on Ukraine.

Opening the door I saw
Blue and Yellow at the porch
Splattered with Red; they sought
Peace, hope, and solace.
With compassion in my eyes
And sweetness in my words
All I did was console the hurt,
I did not reach out my hand
Take a stand or clear my stance,
Or invite them over to the safety
Of my large, cushy home
For I feared the Red will stain
The carpets and walls
Splash and ruin the decor
So, I stood there, until they bled
Right there on my doorstep!

Goodbyes

#TopTweetTuesday entry

An imagist poem for #TopTweetTuesday. For me, these words are wistful and meaningful in a world that is saying more goodbyes, in the past 7 days, than it was meant to be.

I thought I’d survive without you
But I couldn’t say goodbye
For the words lay tangled
At your doorstep
Afraid to cross the threshold
Into a life where you
Would not be waiting
At sundown, by the yellow lamp
A book in hand, the kettle whistling
Eager to tell and know
Of just another mundane day

After the storm

#FromOneLine #prompt 163

Verse for #FromOneLine #prompt 163 inspired by “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” from the play Tje Mourning Bride by William Congrove.

After the storm
Her soul lay bare
A torrent of words
Gushed out in fury
Suppressed, repressed
Now phrases unruly
Unabashed, unashamed
She ripped the veils
Shattered, battered
Pretenses swept away
Silent rage, now a surge
All trauma, finally purged

Words

You thrill me, Words
As I twirl you around
On a pencil tip
Or a blue pen nib
Then you gently lie
In exhaustion,
On reams of white
Until I pick you up
To dance on my lips
As verses and stories
Songs and mysteries

The Muse

You were always there
In every moment and anecdote
In the manuscript of my life
You were the trapped sighs
Between tattered book covers
Tangled in a web of my words
You were my story, unspoken
Unheard, until you become
My poetry, prose, and verse!

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