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A blog documenting my writing journey
I hope this is entertaining... :)
December 14, 2022 at 12:13am
December 14, 2022 at 12:13am
#1041776
Villanelles are so hard. I love them! :)

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December 7, 2022 at 4:38pm
December 7, 2022 at 4:38pm
#1041521
I just realized that, surprisingly, I don't write many environmentalist poems. Here's to rectifying that little travesty...

Aquarian Stewardship

Fingertips press oily prints
onto a chilly glass canvas
as unblinking bulbous eyes
connect with alien electricity.

Undulating tentacles implore
with tainted vehemence
their friends in sinking loam
to assimilate their message.
December 5, 2022 at 3:57pm
December 5, 2022 at 3:57pm
#1041431
Neck-prickling spectre oozes
inky tentacles of sickness
into an already blackened mind.

It wants to speak, yet cannot.
The bulging charcoal hiss
of rage’s grating talons
Scratching out its only voice.

Ever-present memories
lurk in the puffy corners
of brine-blurred eyes,
sinking the serrated teeth
of the choleric past
into the twisted intestines
of the supple present.



It’s been a while since there’s been a Dark Dreamscapes or Screams contest, so I went a little crazy. :)
December 2, 2022 at 8:20pm
December 2, 2022 at 8:20pm
#1041267
At times, I love him.
At others, I hate him.
Now, ire boils and brims,
his notes make me ache.
Sighing, I grab it.
He has this habit
where he can rabbit
out every mistake.

Ochtfochlach form
December 1, 2022 at 4:57pm
December 1, 2022 at 4:57pm
#1041216
Christmas Time Has Arrived

Blinking lights silhouette
bright eyes and smiling lips,
sparking red and green joy,
caffeinating children.
         Christmas time has arrived.
         Christmas time has arrived,
emptying my wallet
on meaningless baubles
for squabbling sisters
to instantly forget.

Pirouette form

(No, I'm really not that cynical about Christmas, but I needed to turn the poem on that phrase, and it was all I could think of after how I got it started, and I really didn't want to start over. *BigSmile* )
December 1, 2022 at 2:02pm
December 1, 2022 at 2:02pm
#1041209
A chat with another writer about my mom's passing in combination with the Express It in Eight prompt of a place that you never want to go again led to another poem that I rather like (after some pretty horrible poetry over the last week)...

The Hollow

After initial shock, loneliness meanders
through gnarled forests of self-reflection.

What should I have…?
What should I not have…?

Oily questions squirm and wriggle,
escaping answers’ white-knuckled clutches
until all that remains
is the hollow.

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