Lines written for #FromOneLine 287
There is something in the walls
The swirls: Moving inside
Changing colors
A strobe here
A flash there
As eons rush past
Behind the barricades
Of this world
And the others
Beyond reach
It’s surprising how vivid
Fireworks can seem
To the drowning eyes
Of a refugee
#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – alto, feeling, and branches – for #SenseWrds #prompt 595.
The whispers sweep in
Tender and mild
Awakening storms;
Feelings trying to
Breakthrough
This entanglement:
Entwined in arteries
And pulsating sinews;
As her voice summons
Promises of love,
As truant as the wind
On whose airy wings
They flit towards me
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 29
Do demons ride
The tail of a comet
And angels descend
In meteor showers
Does the man on the Moon
Know all our shenanigans
And the proud Sun laugh
At our daily humdrum
Do constellations shift
To rewrite horoscopes
Or the planets conspire
To decide fortunes
We gaze upon the stars
In hope and despair
Wishing for wings
And fairytale havens
Where diamonds rain
And the grass is emerald
While our blue-green orb
Screams to be heard;
In worshiping the skies
Gods, new and old
We callously decried
Our Earth’s demise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Ignatius Donnelly. Ragnarok: The Age of Fire and Gravel. New York, D. Appleton and Company, 1883 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 27
It was the day I forgot my phone
The world revealed itself to me
In myriad hues and varied designs
Sunrays in the branches swayed
Where the beetle and butterfly played
A tiny sprout in a forgotten pot
A loved trinket in a lost spot
A book teased with a cover bright
Flavors, colors burst forth in delight
Silent, my mind and heart rested
I just stood still and broadly smiled
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Frances Trego Montgomery. On a Lark to the Planets. Akron: The Saalfield Publishing Co., 1904 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 26
The dark night lies
Entangled in my hair
Shadows seep into the sheets
Creeping, crawling, never still
Deafening, the heartbeats
Under the silent assault
Of creatures from beyond
Conspirators, scheming in delight
Cheering on my insomnia!
The twisted blade buries
Deep in my brain
Carving dreary silhouettes
Watching me from the doorway
Tormented, I lie wide awake
Wishing the nocturnal pain away
Gnawing at my eye sockets
The visions continue to laugh
Mocking my insomnia!
A discarded thought scurries
On my fluttering eyelids
Sneaking in forgotten stories
From cracks in the windows
Astonished, I am at the scenes
That demolish my dreams
Where were these hidden until now
Voices, images, resentment, regrets
Accomplices of my insomnia!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. London: Macmillan and Co., 1886 — Source.
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