To chase freedom in all its forms
Or abide society in all its norms
To follow personal conviction
Or live a life of contradiction
To remain silent and not rebel
Or stand on rooftops, whistle and tell
To be true to yourself, be a martyr
Or trade souls, shrink to a barter
To focus on your locus of control
Or propel the rock and let it roll
Perhaps the solution is not very clear
But resolve the dilemma without fear!
Day 4 of the challenge from the Poet’s Billow : The prompt for today is to write a poem including the words Bread,Butter and Milk. Enjoy!
I need you,
but you knew that already.
You are the bread that sustains me,
inspiring me with a solid reason,
the base on which I stack my fancy’s filling,
daily nourishment for my creative soul.
I searched for you.
Then I found you after tossing the clutter,
melted like butter at the first sight of you,
now necessary to my everyday,
that glue that keeps me together,
spreading through each waking thought.
Oh how I yearned for you!
You were the missing jigsaw piece,
the milk that now flows through my veins,
warming the cockles of my heart,
flowing fluidly through the channels
of love that draws me to you.
Day 2 of the challenge from The Poet’s Billow asks that we take on the persona of being the first one to do something. I’ve chosen being the first one ever to play the saxophone. If I could play an instrument this is what I would like to play.
Over six hundred component parts
United in perfection’s art and craft
To this glorious day,
When I am the first one to play
This magnificent piece of satin gold
With tremulous lips, I touch your mouth
For the first time, breathing deep
As I curl my hand around your neck
Determined by the the end of this night
To make you mine.
I close my eyes, purse my lips
And make a few false starts
Then you give me the keys to your heart
Return my kiss with your fire
Rising from bass note, higher and higher
We’re both going places
We’ve never been before
First a vibrato taken to highest pitch
Then a tremolo trilling and thrilling
Every part of you.
The crowd has gone mad
As they rise to their feet
We’ve reached the crescendo,
The ultimate high note
The finest pitch hangs eternally in the air
My fine tenor, I declare my love
You’re the finest instrument sent from above
I miss your laughter
and your smiles,
the familiarity of
seeing you everyday,
even when you are miles away.
It’s strange
how you make me feel like this,
igniting flickers
I never thought I had,
when seeing you again,
makes me feel so glad.
Is it de ja vu,
feeling like I’ve always known you ?
How you read me so well.
How I feel your emotions,
tides turning across the oceans.
There is a space for you
preserved in my heart.
Come close my dear
and feel it race,
each time you show your face.
Come rest here awhile,
By the cooling waters,
Let me make you smile.
In response to the Poet’s Billow challenge for day 1, here is my take on the thunderstorm theme.
Heaven growled
in displeasure, spluttering
and spitting her tears
of anger on all of us,
soaking the land with her wrath.
Flashes clicked far
and wide at this historic event,
Her rumbling anger
inconsolable, like death.
How could we redeem ourselves?
Unabated sparks
whipped our writhing bodies.
Then she subsided in pain,
breaking her holy waters
like a mother, giving birth.
Dilemma sits still
in the corner of the room,
waiting in silence
for a sign of commitment,
a nod of acquiescence.
Days turn into night,
Procrastination the thief
who swindles our funds,
bankrupting our loyalty
with sacrifice and blood earned.
Another dawn breaks,
filled with hope to overcome
the deep malignant malaise,
wish flags will fly in full mast
to new vibrant glory days.
I’ve painted a picture of you
though there are spaces
filled with dark shades of mystery
parts that I cannot clearly see.
Your passion runs deep in red hues
Crimson, scarlet and cherry-red,
sobered by the aquatic look in your eyes,
grounded river banks in verdant lush.
I’ve captured your boundless longing,
your clever wit, as well as your quest
to escape the monotonous pathways of life,
traced in your lithe movements of intrigue.
The yellow glows of your sunshine
state of mind, I smudge and tinge
with magenta and blushes of pink
accentuating your romantic disposition.
I’ve seasoned you in Autumn blends
in celebration of the highlights of Summer
and the shedding of the old for the new.
That is the soulfulness I see in you.
Just like a flash flood
it happened, unexpectedly.
A sudden heavy downpour
and I was swept off my feet.
Tossed into swirling rivers,
holding back my breath.
Thrashing as you pounded
blinded as you mounted.
You took me by surprise.
Never thought for a moment
that I could go off at a tangent,
find pleasure in the danger,
be at risk with a complete stranger,
whose depths I could not fathom,
and whose visit was unpredictable.
But just like the raindrops wash,
I had to feel the explosive rush,
brought close to fatal destruction,
Reason rescued me from me.
Mayhem sweeps through the earth,
indiscriminately blowing ill winds,
trashing crowded places,
leaving rubble in his wake
as the streets begin to tremble,
rumble as buildings tumble.
His menacing hoarse whispers
heard everywhere,
by all trapped in corners of fear,
as another dark cloud descends,
raining new rivers of blood
from dark crimson skies.
The rats ravage among the waste,
a child cries forlorn,
as nerves turn to steel
from the replay and repeat,
the distance of the blast
or just impotence with no hope.
Hands thrown in the air!
Why should we care?
Still he winds through busy streets,
He breathes into the air.
He holds his own compass
and sometimes runs on autopilot.
Those who have seen him
tell of a merciless face,
sometimes a hooded neighbor
whom you thought you knew,
now dressed in disguise,
a murderer before your eyes.
Symbol
A miracle
Displayed for us all
To see that new life is a gift
Each day
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