Reverse progression

Tags

A curbed thought, Analogy, Backfire, Brain, D'VersePoets Pub, emptiness, Empty mind, going backwards, idea, Lack of creativity, living organism, Mental decay, Metaphor, nerve endings, Open Link Night, Working of a mind

Image credits: Joane@DeviantArt

A stray notion
that once wandered freely
Now wrought
Heavily fraught
by the gravity of ennui

A zealous nerve
that once was a messenger
Now slain
With disdain
into an untraversed groove

A living cell
that once housed purity
Now stranded
Brutally branded
as a chamber of disgrace

A solemn mind
that once was a monastery
Now invaded
Slowly pervaded
by a flood of toxic nihility

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**Posted for the second week of OpenLinkNight at d’VersePoets Pub! Check it out, link in your poem, and have fun!! **

Chaser of reminiscences

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Analogy, Arts, Bygones, Clutching at old dreams, Dream chaser, Living in the past, Metaphor, Mirage, New York City, Not letting go of the past, Oasis, Oasis versus Mirage, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Running after broken dreams, Unfulfilled, West Village

I saw this artwork on a sidewalk in West Village, NYC.. I loved it and simply HAD TO click it!

Wading in marshy shallow pools
of misery
Like a lotus with baby skin petals
of white
He tries to hold colored droplets
of memory
In the craving soft hollow
of his palm
While they slip into dark chambers
of fate
And he’s left by himself in deserts
of time…

In billowy gusts that erased his castles
of sand
He thought he’d seen the flushing greens
of an oasis
While they were only the fading blurs
of a mirage…

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**Posted for the Onederful Shot Wednesday (Week 53) – it’s the ONE place for amazing poetry!! So link in, read along, and have some great time!! **

Under the influence

Tags

Addiction, Analogy, Attracted to, Bordering on mush, Crazy, Drawn, Drunken in love, Enamored, Friday Flash 55, Heart and Soul, In love, Intoxicated, Love, Madly in love, Metaphor

Goblet@Google Images; Heart by Zueuk@DeviantArt; Superimposition done by me

Seep into my skin
Feel your presence
thrive
in every pore of me

Flow alongside my blood
Sense it in my veins
gush
with every glance at you

Plunge into my heart
Hear it wildly
thump
with your name splashed across

Gnaw at my soul
Read deliberately
while the indelible ink
reveals nothing
– but you –

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**Thanks to the immensely dark poems I have been writing of late, I felt the NEED to write something a little tangential to “dark”.. and  this is what I came up with, in just about 5.5 minutes.. 🙂 … I dedicate it to my awesome husband, and am posting it for G-Man’s Super Fun Friday Flash 55… For stories/poems/all other stuff in EXACTLY 55 words, this is THE place to be, folks! 🙂 **

Armed with poise

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Analogy, Friday Flash 55, Graceful, Hooting, Majestic, Metaphor, Monk, Not too loud, Observant, Observation, Owl, Respected, Sage, Silent, Watching the ongoing chaos, Wise

Image credits: Photograph by thrumyeye @DeviantArt; Selective coloring by me

His majestic self
perched on the edge
of life’s roof
in the lull of moonless nights

Unperturbed
He watches
the odd squirrel
wiggle its way up a tree
He wonders
if the deadly snake
will lunge for the sitting duck
He knows
it’s now time to announce himself

Feared
Revered
Is he, the silent observer

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**Posted for the amazing Mr. G-Man’s Superb Friday Flash 55… Spin a tale in 55 words, and link in here!! Read on.. and ENJOY!!! 🙂
See Mr. G?? I did it this time!! Yaaayyy !! **

Modern sculpture

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Art, Artificial, Bare expressions, Concealed emotions, Hidden meanings, Left to be interpreted, Magpie Tales, Make-believe, Metaphor, Modeled, Painting, Perfection, Sculpture, The dead life of individuals, Unnatural

Image Credits: Tess Kincaid@Magpie Tales

Chiseled away
from the inside out
Until all that remained
Were vacuous statues
with puttied smiles,
voluptuous beauty
carved pride,
plastered perfection
and measured intention

… while what lay
on the ground below
Was a muddied pile
of discarded emotions,
charred heartbeats,
shattered desires,
powdered sensitivity
and smithereens of humility

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**Despite the “sculpted” nature of this poem, I somehow felt that it fitted in with Tess’s Magpie prompt this week… I mean this was too much of a coincidence for me! So here I am, posting this poem for Magpie Tales (Week 67)… I urge you all to check it out and see what the other writers/poets responded to this prompt! You will be amazed! **

Kiss n tell

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Candy, Chocolate, Cocoa, Hershey's kisses, Kiss, Letter K, Love, Metaphor, Peck on the cheek, Z to A challenge

Image credits: Google

Image credits: Google

A
li’l
treat as
the symbol of
pure creamy love
as sweet as rich honey
soft on lips, melts to touch
leaving traces in the heart
of desire for some more
tender lusciousness

 

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**Posted for Leo’s Z-A Challenge (letter K)… You’ve GOTTA check this out!! **

Nine lives, then another…

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Avatars, Characters, Incarnations, Lives, Metaphor, My nine lives and the tenth, Roles, Thursday Poets Rally, Thursday Poets Rally Week 25

I molded myself into a sculpture
So I could hold your attention as you finger my deep gashes
I spun myself into a fan
So I could dry the teardrops teetering on your feathery lashes

I hid myself in a picture frame
So you could look at me and think of pleasant memories
I wound myself into a clock
So you could glance at me while still in your reveries

I melted myself into the floor
So I could feel you walk your precious feet over my self
I bound myself into a book
So I could hold your thoughts poured out onto my pages’ shelf

I stuffed myself into a pillow
So you could rest your tired and aching head on me
I infused myself into a chalice
So you could drink from my depths and replenish your energy

I glazed myself into a mirror
So I could smile as you groomed yourself, peering into my eyes
I finally transformed into a woman
So you could hold my hand, kiss my cheek, and catch me by surprise

The Faithful Mistress…

Tags

Analogy, Autobiography of a candle, Burning out, Candle, Melting to nothingness, Metaphor, Mistress, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Slave

I build it up and hold a fire
And burn all night long
I acquiesce with grace, to your desire
And dance to a tuneless song

I drench this frail body in tears
And melt my flesh for you
I strip myself of all my fears
And do as you ask me to

I hiss and gently watch your eyes
As you are bending over me
I don’t attempt to hush my sighs
And tease you as you tease me

I lie awake and keep you warm
When you decide to sleep
I faint and fade in my calm
My strength isn’t to keep

I stay by you when morning dawns
And refuse to let go
I just am one among your pawns
Which you eventually throw…

**Written and posted for this week’s One Shot Wednesday hosted by Pete, at One Stop Poetry… I request you to also check out the amazing works  by the other poets here… **

Somebody, HELP!!

Tags

A big task, Conversation with an asphyxiator, Fire extinguisher, Magpie Tales, Metaphor, Responsibility, Who is responsible?, Whose job is it?, Will it work?

Landslides here, wildfires there
Oil erupting up into the air
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This is not for me to do.
Respect your earth, and she will too”

The burning homeless, with futures bleak
This blind faith in minds so weak
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This certainly ain’t my duty.
When secular and free, you’ll find beauty”

Fumes of toxic business smoke
Arose as a wealthy magnate spoke
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This sure is not my call.
The pit is deep. I can’t break your fall”

Growing hatred inside of us
The ruthless slaying and massacres thus
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This has never been my job.
You started it all. You are the mob”

Hearts blazing, like corpses on pyre
Filthy heaps of dark desire
Can you douse it all, we ask
He replies, “This is not my usual thing.
I fight with death, and save the living”

** My contribution for this week’s Magpie Tales 🙂 **

Ms. Lovely Little Lady

Tags

Analogy, Appreciation, Here and gone, Lady life, Ladybug, Life's offerings, Look with wonder, Metaphor, Polka dotted, Stance, What's left behind

I looked on as she stood
All pretty in black and red
I smiled inside my head
It made me feel so good

Oh.. she’s stylish, isn’t she?!

I looked on as she drank
The dim yellow light
She looked like a sprite
In focus, with her swank

Oh.. she’s impish, isn’t she?!

I looked on as she moved
Her slight yet cautious gait
I was blinking hard in wait
Sitting as if I were grooved!

Oh.. she’s mysterious, isn’t she?!

I looked on as she flew
Her little wings worked hard
My concentration jarred
What happened, I’d no clue

Oh.. she’s nimble, isn’t she?!

I stand, I still look on…
But this time she’s not here
On my wall there stands a smear
By dancing feet now yon

Oh.. she is, but she isn’t…is she?!