Web-sexy this world –
information my empire,
a starry squadron,
file phaser system –
want off though,
could, without asking
(I visit the online Magnetic Poetry on Fridays.)
Category: creativity
Grey
Lured by azure waters,
the promise of carefree days,
I cruise ocean’s waters,
dream myself exotic.
Grey clouds loom, mock
this pretence – waves swell
crash, blacken horizon –
delusion loosing ground.
What force is this,
drags me into aphotic depths,
insists I swim in darkness?
Have I not proven tenacity,
claimed a place amongst the willing?
It is not light, I seek – too sinful
for redemption – just the solace
of familiar grey….
Spark
Body falters,
mind the same,
but spirit dances,
lithe as a flame.
Truth and Contrasts
Dark this passage,
blustery the winds
that rattle the glass,
cold seeping through cracks,
light receding.
Life, we are sold,
should be parties
and castles – dreams
without limits –
disingenuous campaign
Truth lies somewhere
in-between –
elusive, yet enticing –
I would exit this isolation
shake the starkness
for but a glimpse.
(Images supplied by Reena’s Exploration challenge. Â Also inspired by Ragtag Community’s prompt: blustery, and Fandango’s: disingenuous.)
Family Nonsense
I bleed champagne poetry,
am softer than brother bug –
almost corduroy –
born to father, dark,
to glass women,
we surround them,
bring liquid fevers, haunt
bluegrass rhythm growler.
How would you fool eternity?
(Such are the offerings of Magnetic Poetry online.)
Dance of Redundancy
Re-
dun-
dant,
these
rituals
by whichÂ
I define myself –
find purpose, validate
my being – I create herculean
tasks, ignore God’s role, the cycles
of nature; script myself responsibility –
a dramatic starring role with no applause,
and in the end, when light has given over to dark
and this body has failed me, will objectivity set me free
or shall I return to do it all again…a hypnotic spiral dance?
(Inspired by Willow Poetry’s Challenge: Â What Do You See? Â Featured image is the prompt.)
Bleeding Edges
Wrap myself in verdant dreams –
creaseless envelope of hope –
have written my deepest desire,
sealed the vessel shut…
meanwhile, reality oozes red,
like puss from open wounds,
creeps into careful corners,
bleeds through edges…
nothing neat about dreaming –
life demands, cuts, prods,
does not bargain – hope is fine
unless control is the container.
(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: verdant; Fandango: meanwhile; and Reena’s Exploration Challenge: bleeding edge.)
Image from personal collection.
Winter Walk
Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?
Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.
(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)
Guilt’s Games
Guilt’s a child –
nonsensical in actions –
attempts to hide,
shame-faced, lies –
Guilt is but a child
holds me hostage –
adult self, emotionally
captive, plays along.
(For Willow Poetry’s challenge: What Do You See – featured image)
Interaction
Curiosity, it seems,
flows both ways –
as I adjust focus
so too, do you –
can’t help but wonder
if the takeaway joy
also flows both ways.
(In response to Paul Vincent Cannon’s poem: Â Her Gift Remains.
V.J.’s weekly challenge is response. Â Image is from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest 