Posts tagged ‘Creative Writing’

February 16, 2019

A response to poetry

by John S

Dear poet, I have so enjoyed your poem:

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February 16, 2019

Only on turning

by Jem Croucher

Only in turning
can I see the behind
and the years that have now passed me by
Shielding my eyes
I look to the past
and the distance in which they now lie

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February 8, 2019

Devolving Winter

by John S

I lingered to watch the snowfall settle
upon an outside marble pedestal –
building layer-on-layer of snowflake and ice,
fractal and spacious, this echelon

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January 13, 2019

Christmas passed

by John S

I sit at the side of an aging Christmas tree,
its lights still glittering, the ornaments of memory
and seasonal delight put away since yesterday.

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January 8, 2019

Evening Solitude: A set of Haikus

by pranabaxom

If friendship measured
In yardsticks of achievements
Prefer enemies

*****

For your professed love
Abandoned those that loved you
Beware betrayal

*****

Wings are for flying
It will be cruel to clip
The wide world beckons

*****

No words are spoken
Silence heavy in our hearts
Forever a lie

*****

Evening solitude
Raging tsunami torments
Forlorn heart sheds tears


This poem was first published on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on January 5, 2019.


December 31, 2018

a plain heaven

by John S

A version of heaven –
through vertical blinds

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December 23, 2018

A Winter Song (A Cento)

by John S

In silence, they dissolve before dawn-
the words my heart was calling.
They are not in the sun,

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December 9, 2018

The Word

by Jem Croucher

I found a word
It was quite small
In fact it wasn’t
much at all
But when I added
it to others
It blossomed with
it’s new found brothers

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December 8, 2018

Echoing

by John S

I’ve got no poem today, but it must be okay.
I’ve thought about monkeys, how walruses play,

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December 1, 2018

Seasonal

by John S

The leaves lay spread amidst a coverlet of snow-
one a bit early, the other late in season

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November 17, 2018

Earnest

by John S

Having arrived, definitively,

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November 3, 2018

The issue

by John S

The paper product, emergent from the box-
standing at attention, waiting on the swap,

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October 27, 2018

Wood matters

by John S

Smoke arises from the chimney stack
in billows
from an untended burn.

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September 8, 2018

Listen

by John S

I’ve spent the week listening to songs
and paying tribute to old movie stars.
Ol’ Gator and the Crewe are gone,
the coffee pot is growling on.

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September 3, 2018

Break

by John S

Here waiting for the sunrise while I dwell in morning’s dim –
my harboring of hope is ill and sweating in its sin.

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July 28, 2018

arise and sing

by John S

Of leaves,
liven up their dance
a rustling disturbance.

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July 24, 2018

Lumbolesh

by John S

Seeking the sun and feeling the sky,
the bumbledy centipede swerves and winds by –

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July 8, 2018

Symmetry

by John S

I spent the day pruning a tree,
its branches wild, a sprawling siege

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July 5, 2018

Putty

by Megha's World

“Even the most
beautiful
of the stars
are taken
for granted
night after
night.”
― Veronika Jensen

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My heart is 

broken,

smashed,

squelched

countless

times

broken,

shattered,

splintered 

in million pieces

it has suffered enough

no amount of assurance 

and a lesson in life 

can keep it 

from 

shredding,

tearing,

breaking

How do you survive?

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July 1, 2018

Formula

by John S

Life gets ahold and it herds, when all told
the work of the poem is always tenfold.

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June 9, 2018

Maybe

by John S

There is a secret around the corner
that the roses will be red instead of pink;

the sunset and sunrise will both illuminate
the dark moments – far more eloquently than any word.

There are remnants of language,
The laughter of loved ones and strangers
are beauty in a spattered world –
and strung-together notes of the discordant are melodious when unfurled.

There is a depth in every eyeful gathered from a window
and a coolness in the soil grasped by each hand.

You feel the heat that summer’s afternoon conceives,
and I hear the whiskers of October’s morning in the leaves.

There are shadows that crawl in the day
and charming smiles that ornament a night.

And this is truth’s impassioned plea to our humanity,
and affirms the secrets we sometimes cannot see –
perhaps, life is our communal way to share
and maybe, each one of us is rare.
******
The events of this past week have weighed heavily on me – the loss of two very successful, highly creative individuals to suicide, and the realization that this type of hopelessness impacts far more people than we know/understand. There is such beauty and importance in life, and each one of every one of us has a rare gift to share with others. Remember this.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.

May 28, 2018

Triple threat

by John S

Three of them, wandering off at the barbecue:
Jonathan, Allison, Rebecca Williston
didn’t remain for the hot dogs and chili sauce
wanderlust leveled a lure at this crew.

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May 20, 2018

Spoken

by John S

My words disappeared under the moonlight,
The sounds of dissipation fading fast
to quiet in a cavernous depiction,
a blank homage to the universal past.

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May 5, 2018

Tide

by John S

Coming now, in a swath of yellow,
this rising tide of dandelions.

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April 22, 2018

Caves

by John S

I never said much, but always wished more.

I often walked far, yet attended to less –

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April 21, 2018

POEM: Users

by merlinspielen

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

the roses you sent long dead
soft red petals hard faded;

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April 17, 2018

POEM: Poverty

by merlinspielen

He stands on the median,
wearing a cardboard sign.
Politely asking strangers,
if they could just be so kind.

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April 14, 2018

Analog

by John S

It’s at times like this,
when morning slides across in its straw-yellow light –
that I am slow enticed to rise
and invite the day into my life.

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