Just a short free verse poem today, from the prompt Illusions. Enjoy. Photo by Mike Chai on Pexels.com Illusions Cling to convictionas if it was written in stonedespite its deceptionCling to conviction Wearing blindersParroting liesWrapping insecurityin the warm blanketof false belief Fall into the illusionand damn the consequence
Day Thirteen – National Poetry Month: Willow by the River
Today's poem is a villanelle from the prompt, Willow by the River. Enjoy. Photo by David Roberts on Pexels.com Willow by the River Weeping branches flow to the water’s edge,stout roots twist deep in abundant soilA picturesque scene, just beyond the hedge A drifting breeze wafts weeds and sedge;in swirling wind, boughs dance and coilWeeping... Continue Reading →
Day Twelve – National Poetry Month: Bleeding Ink
Today's poem is a trimeric, from the prompt, Bleeding Ink. Enjoy. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Bleeding Ink Scrawled words drip, drip, drip across the page;scratching pen, clacking keys, all bleeding ideas,soaking into the page, tumbling downwardas the voices scream their story in sacrifice Scratching pen, clacking keys, all bleeding ideas,weaving patterns underneath the veins... Continue Reading →
Day Eleven – National Poetry Month: Nostalgia’s Truth
A chant poem for you today, from the prompt, Nostalgia’s Truth. Enjoy. Photo by Leeloo The First on Pexels.com Nostalgia’s Truth Painting yesteryear in soft shades of mauve,forsaking the bloody grime of foundation,reworking history in those pretty petals of liesRose-coloured delusions never end well Remembering yesterday in soft focus filters,while spinning those fabricated falsehoodsas actuality,... Continue Reading →
Day Ten – National Poetry Month: Solitude’s End
Here's today's poem, a catena rondo, from the prompt Solitude's End. Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Solitude’s End Withered flowers captured in a jarfor sunlight sparkles on a windowsill,adorned with lacey ribbon and twillWithered flowers captured in a jar For sunlight sparkles on a windowsill,an insignificant speck of leftover joyensnaring bittersweet memories, a ployfor... Continue Reading →
