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This poem was written for the prompt, seashells, for StorySaturday on Twitter who gives a new prompt each week.
I wrote this poem not too long ago about my thoughts on nature, and how man tries to imitate it with his own creation. Below you can either read it, or watch in video format.
Beauty and magic
are found in nature
where the urban
landscape
only hopes to
emulate
Guardian, keeper
of sacred and pure
unmarked, noble
from man’s
immoral hands
these peaks stand
This world darker it
grows, compelling me
to the mountains
in search
of what my heart,
soul yearn for
No city or wealth
created by man’s
hands can provide
the hope
and harmony
crafted by earth
Now I understand
the soldiers’ need of
retreat to the
quiet
after wars
to a place where true
healing exists
untouched, unblemished
by man’s hands
Desolation
Even tho the sun shines,
I feel no warmth
While the moon rises at night,
my eyes are shuttered against its rays
My heart’s hard and
the red fluid of my flesh runs cold
I long for the quickening
of my essence once more
But all I see is darkness
and the way back now forever shut
Click on image for this cake’s recipe!
Here’s a fun (micro) poem I wrote for #StorySaturday (Twitter) in honor of the Chocolate Cake Day 🙂
For this aging tooth,
chocolate cake is my
fountain of youth!
Photo by Konrad Odhiambo
As sure as the sun rises in the morn
and the moon greets the stars at night
as I am with dreams meant to be alive and true
Below is my poem for #WEPFF December Challenge- The End is the Beginning
Enjoy!
The End…
for all things, there is a season
this we’ve been taught
though we rarely dwell on
until it’s standing
dauntingly, devastatingly
before us
To let go…
the hardest of all to do
of those we love, cherish
for the heart, the flesh,
pain is undeniably real
as the knife
Look…
to the horizon,
the sky ablaze with vibrant morn colors
and remember, that for every night
there is a dawn,
and a time for new beginning
All that’s required of us
is not giving up
for the night will end
as any season
and with a new day,
healing and hope
Ferris wheels I used to enjoy
until I met Tumbleweed
strapped in cages
spinning in all directions
while the wheel turned
clockwise
Then sudden it stopped
leaving my brother and I
hung upside down
at twelve o’ clock
The strap across my laps
had come undone
now literally dangling
untethered
To ease our nerves
we sung
“You lost that loving feeling“
till the cage reached
six o’ clock
Needless to say
I never rode another
Ferris wheel
since that day
For many years, I had this guilty pleasure of seeing my written words come alive with images and music. Instead of waiting to have someone else produce it in to a short film, I created my own videos using Kizoa 🙂
This particular poem I wrote for a contest (October). It’s meant to be a horror poem, but it is especially horrifying for me as it is taken from my distant past of a person I once was. Long story. Perhaps one day I will be brave enough to write about it in more detail.
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She'd been locked in the house for months as the undead raged outside Famished and dehydrated she stared out the bedroom window and spied the pair again For days, these cats roamed out on the limbs of the enormous hardwood tree as she wondered how they're surviving the apocalypse Today, she decided to find out and proceeded to climb out the second floor slim windowpane As she dangled on the limb, she glanced below There her momma stood, gaping up to her daughter mouth opened and gnawing as if ravenous with flesh-thirsting hunger She scrambled up on the branch and glanced towards the tree's core A small hollowed hole revealed the bloody mass of flesh and bone and it was then she realized what a grave mistake she'd made
