Introspect

(Girl by Rachel Roth, click to see more)

I wonder about the people around me

About their hidden faces, their jutting angles

About what their wrinkles, facets and scars hold

Sometimes I do not think about the little things at all

Of time, there isn’t enough

We cannot all afford to be dreamers,

 But dream, we must

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Nature’s cry

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Poetry Challenge: Loop poetry

Do you remember

Remember that ancient wind

Wind that gave breath to the forgotten forests

Forests whose enchanting song woke my soul

Soul that saw the dawn shimmer dancing

Dancing the night away

Weeping willow

(‘Peaceful’ by Dave Mills, via Fine Art America)

She weeps not in her own sorrow

Often though she does not of sadness at all

Tears are salty and wet

Not tainted by emotion

Only until after being spilt

So in her great xylem,

A warm lake waits calmly

So by drops

They would sprinkle forth

As she heaves and sways

Her delicate boughs

On the inside

Poetry Challenge: Oxymoron

He took to the darkness like a moth to flame

Always found peace in the chaos

Flames licked him with an icy tongue

A calm sort of desperation

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Almost there!

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I run, chased by a legion of devil horses

My destination, an elusive oasis

My breaths escape me and return

In hungry gulps, desperate impulse

My numb feet thunder on, stunted nurons

I lunge forward in a burst of speed

I hear them snorting and at my heels

Over impossibly high boulders

Nearly fell flat on my face

Almost there …

Haiku: growing pains

Young woman in bloom –

Boys don’t know, it hurts so much

Drama is murder

© Devina S.

Poetry Challenge: Tanka

Under siege

Trees, bees, flowers, seas

More than nature’s ornaments

Clean air and precious vittles

They bestow unto us, life

Threatened by ungrateful lot

© Devina S.

Things that are blue (Versatile palette #2)

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Calm sky. Vast shadowy oceans.
Piercing haunting eyes.
The smell of fresh linen. The cry of a bird.
Baby boys. Ice and wind. Tears.
Lazy late summer evenings. Primary school uniforms.
The Oxford dictionary.

The Great Green

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I stand on the very edge
Of the cliff that lorded over
The lush pine forest
Like nothing I’ve never seen before
Just a plummeting step away
But I’m not like that
I’m here for the life of it all
I might as well be at the end
Of the world
An endless green horizon
Blessedly untouched
I revel in the purity
Of this emerald sea
Rippling of branches
Waving at the sky
With the wind fueling the tide

Poetry Challenge: “Self-Portrait” – Just me

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Who can I be but me?

A spirit of a bird trapped in a cage

An old soul in a young shell

Living in a new world

A collection of old rock music

A shutterbug stuck in one place

Having hardly a face

Remember me, Myra (Poetry Challenge: Landscape)

Dear Myra, heartland of my mother

With your air so crisp and cleansing

I inhale as I zing by on my way to school

Your elegant emerald gown trails on the land

The sun strokes golden fingers through it’s soft fluttering veil

Lighting it up from within as if with sprite fire

First love

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Who’s your first love the girls ask me

Music, said I

The boy isn’t worth the mention

I cringe at the memory

How pathetically stupid I was

But the sweet sound of music

No more

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Your eyes, they aim at my soul

Your hands, they come closer

Don’t touch me

Please, I beg

No!

…

I wake up

Drenched in sweat

The memory of your slimy hands

Makes my skin want to crawl away

To leave the bare death white bones of me

Still quivering under your malicious gaze

I hate you.

You cannot comprehend how much.

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You are …

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You are

The hot chocolate blend

I’ve been searching for

All this time.

The future is metal: Nonet.

Poetry challenge: Nonet

Technology is our future
Humans need not think for themselves
Easier life, at what cost?
Metal minds metal brains

Ink siren: Nonet

Poetry challenge. Nonet.

Within the pages of the book, now

I see the world the ink paints me

Oh that such wonders exist

Great dragons, magic, sprites

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

(Albert Lynch (Peruvian artist, 1851-1912) A Young Woman. Via Pinterest, click to see)

Girl child, listen to your mama

Listen to your daddy

You might scream and shout

But more often than not they know

What they’re talking about

Because once upon a time

They were where you are

Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime

Quiet Friday

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It’s a quiet day today, for a Friday

But it’s a nice thing to know people still

Observe some of the old ways, reverence and worship

I’m not kin of the people of the cross but I respect

And I even believe

A quiet Friday, so much like my usual Sundays

Spent at my cube, alone in my corner at work

A peaceful time to contemplate all the complexities of the living

Easter bunnies

Poetry challenge: Easter bunny.

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Little bunnies, big bunnies

Pink and blue, yellow and so cuddly too

Fluffy things the are

Comes our way this time of year

Big bunnies, little bunnies

Easter bunnies are hoppin’ around the corner

Be quick! Oh he’s gone now

Things that are red (Versatile palette #1)

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 Ribbons, blood, love, roses

Peppers, pain, excitement

Rage, a shade of courage, her lips

You say you see me

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… But do you?

You say you see the girl with the glasses

The one always talking about books or reading them

You say you see the kind of person I am

But do you?

You see your daughter

I honestly don’t what you see

But do you really suppose it’s me?

You say you see your sister

Do you actually see  someone

Worth looking up to or someone

Who doesn’t seem to care?

My childhood flicks

I remember Pooh, that silly bear

Then there was Tigger, the one and only

That grumpy rabbit Rabbit

The donkey to whom the glass was half empty

And a few others who call the Hundred Acre Woods home

They were all a part of me, that window in time

That floods in a warm sunlight

The rays felt like years ago

Work

Poetry challenge 3

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They scream and they fight

Foreign labourers are stealing their jobs

Would the government hear their plight?

It’s ironic though, I think,

Celestial waltz

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The best part of the Night

Is the sight of Dawn

Her approach

A shy hesitant step

Then a bold advance

Plastic flowers

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Plastic flowers on the wall

Pinks, blues, yellows

Lovely colours all!

See them stand so proud and tall

In what had seemed to be an eternal spring

It’s in the fall when the pride consumes all

The times, the come and they go

Raggedy man

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For Poetry Challenge 2

 

He carries a whiff of diesel

Denim smeared, greasy to the touch

Beads of sweat cool on his sun baked face

Good shirts come home from the fields

With soft frayed holes and a scent of green

A sure thing to send Ma’s ire up

Added to the broken saucer and cup

The raggedy man,

A listener, a speaker,

Father mine,

Sleepy feet

Sleepy feet are hell to beat

Heavy and numb

In this moment

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In this single moment

So many things can happen

Altering life as we know it

In so many different ways

Live this very moment

As best as you can

It’s different, unique

Unlike any other and always

Subject to change