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
#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.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 25
Musing under the moonlight
Streaming through glass doors
I wonder if the Moon beings, too
Meditate on our blue-green orb
Does it work for them and how
As we spin on the axis of flaws?
Do they think, we Earthlings
Beneath the aurora borealis
Are so distant, alluring, magical!
Does all creation seek answers
Across obscure transcendence
Is it the destiny of cosmos
To seek what’s not to be ours!
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 24
Squeaky unoiled hinges
Of swings in the park
Sweaty breeze on the face
Games in an idyllic noon
A clang of metallic toy ponies
Multi-hued flying frisbees
Muddy barefoot squeals
Merry-go-round treble
Run and hide, hide and seek
Playing till night descends
Yes, freedom of innocence
Long lost, yet dearly craved!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Henry. E. Roscoe. Spectrum Analysis. London: MacMillan and Co, 1869 — Source.
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