I created a simple poem for the #prompt #HappinessIs and I really like it. Do you?
Happiness is the wisp of a snack
Tangled in a strand of your hair
And how I am allowed
To reach out and brush it away
And see a smile light up your face
Happiness is
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Dead and Wild
In elegant baroque galleries
A spirited poltergeist unfurls
It’s wicked paraphernalia
A swish of frigid whispers
Swirl around ornate turrets
Murals touched with darkness
Glitter in the truant shadows
From precarious chandeliers
Swings a nuanced laughter
Smirking at the ways of men
The colonnades they walked in pride
Now playground for the dead and wild
Thoughts
In the torture chamber
Surrounded by nerves, veins
Flesh, blood, encased in bones
I shudder at the merciless
Incantation, the endless
Curses whispered through
Sinewy walls, deafening me
I stand captured in the maze
Of all my infernal thoughts
So deep, dark and vengeful!
Pandemic
Whispers of a wicked moon
Coldly slithering in my ear
Another dark, restless night
Closes on a frightful year
Carrying in its bosom
Remnants and nightmares
Of strangest days gone by
Apparitions looming large
Filling us up with dread
Of this virus-laden decade
Nightmares
My dreams serenade
The ghostly guard
In the vanishing distance
Darkness emerges
From behind auburn veils
Of a lonely sunset;
Lovers of the night
Twist and slither
In serpentine glee;
I wake up flushed
Burning from nightmares
Crawling on my cold skin.
Blue Pen Strokes 