Silky smooth and slick
Lines of vivid expression
Seduced every page
Ink, dark and fluid
Dripped with blood from your heart
Fine calligraphy
With pregnant pauses
Emphasizing boundless love
Nursing every sheet
With delicate care
Loving words everywhere
The book now complete
Your pen has run dry
A scratchy erratic scrawl
Nothing more to give
The pages yellow
In a book rarely opened
Of a love gone cold
Soaked by the rain
Of your tantalizing words
Floating in the air
Drenching wet kisses
On my lips, all over me
Your breath in each drop
Little did I know
The rain had become a flood
So strong the allure
Deceptive drizzle
Driven by tumescent winds
Pelting everywhere
The taste of new rain
Freshly fallen, final gush
A verse now complete
Until the next rain…
Each word
stripped the layers
like clothes
fallen…
to the floor
they just lay there-
carelessly strewn
silence did the rest…
Oh the feel of those fast cars!
so long and shining-sleek,
those soft and smooth…
tight leather seats- laps
behind the power-steering.
Let’s not talk about the torque-
just watch me as I take off…
silver rims rolling in reverse-
perverse to ride with such speed,
not to mention the ultra-sound.
Racing like it was a marathon,
I’ve got to break the habit…
set up my cruise control,
got to act more responsible.
Fleeting pleasure-
not the measure of who I am.
Too many speeding tickets,
it’s no longer fun.
So I’m taking it nice and slow
Which one – wouldn’t you like to know?
I’ll stay with the automatic.
Settling down in the slow lane
Very aptly so – this challenge asks us to write a poem of apology.
I’m so sorry for being impolite-
for not eating all you dished out,
especially the decadent humble pie,
served frozen-cold on a paper plate.
I regret that you felt so shadowed-
when I stood up to my full height.
It was not ever my intention
to make you feel so infinitismal!
I’m ashamed of my awful behavior-
for trying to soothe and placate you,
when you were frothing at the mouth-
your rage- spluttering shamelessly out!
Oh how I must unreservedly repent-
for standing in your pathway,
blocking out your rose-colored view,
if only you could and would have seen it!
Above all I am mournful as I weep-
when I think of the disassembling souls,
convulsively, trembling and shuddering,
when your tornado spirals violently in.
Today, write an abecederian poem. It’s when the first letter of each line follows the order of the alphabet. So, the first line starts with A, the second with B, the third with C, etc. In the end you should have a 26-line poem.
A mounting disquiet all around
Blogging is slowly taking over
Concern that they’re losing me
Don’t spend enough time with them
Even when I’m there, I am not quite
Forever thinking of what next to write
Generous with my time over this
How can I justify to family and friends?
I feel inordinately fulfilled when I write
Joy in reaching all corners of the world
Kindred spirits hold me captive in words
Love discovered in rhythm and rhyme
My soul finds a new form of expression
New understanding of who I truly am
Offers me so many insights into life
Perhaps even realization of my dream
Question is how do I balance my time
Remembering my responsibilities and
Socialising in the real world. I still need
To prioritise time for everyone in my life
Understanding all of this, I still have space, a
Vacuum that needs filling with others like me
Who understand this need too, to break down
Xenophobia’s geographical historical barriers
You and I would never have met otherwise
Zealous in pursuit of this freedom to defend.
Still lost
In a wanton wilderness
Your pen moves in listless circles
It seems that your addiction never left you
or me.
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