Day 9 National Poetry Month: Copper Patina

Another free verse poem today from the prompt, Copper Patina. Enjoy. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Copper Patina Hammered edges of metal, smooth and wornartistic vision born in burnished sunshineaged by epoch time and turning weatheruntil the shine dulled to that familiar patina hue They’ll never know the brilliance of the originalThey’ll never know that... Continue Reading →

Day 9 National Poetry Month: Hallowed Misconceptions

Today's poem is a short pantoum, from the prompt, Hallowed Misconceptions. Enjoy. Photo by Rene Asmussen on Pexels.com Hallowed Misconceptions We stand in defence of idealtraditional vindication of right,that illusion of class and genteel,that imaginary dragon to fight Traditional vindication of righttrailing the repressed in its wakeThat imaginary dragon to fight,our grand societal mistake Trailing... Continue Reading →

Day 7 National Poetry Month: Tomorrow’s Lies

Here is today's free verse poem, from the prompt, Tomorrow's Lies. Enjoy. Photo by crazy motions on Pexels.com Tomorrow's Lies Awakening that bright futurewith tomorrow’s liesA multitude of insincere smilesbeget worthless promises Desperate hopein their ambitionWhile the world burns Smothering that bright futurewith tomorrow’s liesA multitude of insincere smilesbeget worthless promises

Day 6 National Poetry Month: Rooted in Ghosts

Today's poem is a Trimeric and is written from the prompt Rooted In Ghosts. Enjoy. Photo by Bob Price on Pexels.com Rooted in Ghosts Beneath the bombast and platitudescountless generational legacies gnaw,eating us alive in misconceived traumaWe are all rooted in our ghosts Countless generational legacies gnaw,invisible phantoms, continuously hauntingwith a thousand festering lies Eating... Continue Reading →

Day 4 National Poetry Month: Clockwork in Grey

Today's poem is a chant from the prompt, Clockwork in Grey. Enjoy. Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com Clockwork in Grey Minutia in patinaed metal,brass fittings fixed in silencea life run down its timeits clockwork in grey No more polish or treasured place,carefully wound with admirationA discarded, broken thing,its clockwork in grey Utility lost under... Continue Reading →

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