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A blog documenting my writing journey |
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Villanelles are so hard. I love them! :)
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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. |
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. :) |
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. ) |
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. |