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!
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
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
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
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!