Getting lost is not a waste of time
my eyelids close
when my clock says so
but my thoughts decide
to not abide
and let in a draft
of deep frozen memories
to draw runes
on my skin
along the path
your arms used to take
to circle me
in my sleep
Mindfills for dVerse quadrille, a poem of 44 words, hosted by Sarah Southwest ~ sleep
She does not wear black
As red roses fill the earth
With only her love
Wrapped in a flag
Rifles up, shots in the air
In honour of truth
And sacrifice
Of her Braveheart
The band plays a tribute
Her ring remembers
The day she made her home,
Her country, her family
Wife to a soldier
Wearing pride on her shoulders
He still lives on
She does not wear black
Mindfills for Free Verse Revolution, a Literary and Arts Magazine. Issue VI LiJi encourages contributors to tell tales of courage and innocence, of temptation and sacrifice, and of power within and without.
stars spinning
in circles,
fireworks in the sky,
an impromptu announcement
booming through the universe
to awaken you
with a spritz of magic
to touch your soul
with sparks of beginnings
to take you by the hand
and lead you in your dreams
to the infinity you are
Mindfills for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – impromptu in 48 words, Sadje’s wdys, FOWC spin, Reena’s exploration challenge – i have untapped potential waiting to be discovered, Godoggo cafe – promote yourself mondays
I sit on the banks of the lake, black and brown lava rocks on red soil,
sinuous branches of green tree, reflecting the ripples of an evening sun
I think of you
Clear as the mirror
the lake is at this moment, teased by a meandering breeze,
tingles spreading all along
the expanse of my body
silent, invisible
Just like me.
Mindfills for Cee’s FOTD
hand writen pages
ragged edged
ripped out of string-bound
earth toned
double ruled
off-the-shelf notebook
now astir
flying blind
like spent yellow autumn leaves
no longer now
no longer alive
no longer dead
as the gods
capricious
careless
callous
rustle up
a paper hurricane
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Mindfills for dVerse Quadrille – paper
mist engulfs what's ahead
shapes of possibilities melt
into the hollow of my eyes
restless winds muffle sounds
inside my veins blood beats silent runes into my soul
a flashflood of moments pauses
as if it matters to anyone
which ravines are ravaged
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Mindfills for dVerse ~ Sanaa asks us to write a "caroll crush saga" musing on three titles of Carolls' books. Flashfloods touched ~ A Valentine + Melancholetta + The three voices
Her crimson clothes hung heavy
Yet Truth, Janus faced, decreed
That she must hide
Under the shade of shame
If only to protect herself
If only to save her name
Mindfills for Free Verse Revolution ‘s new poetry issue – Cassandra. I’m thrilled to announce that Hypocrisy ~ a free verse, along with two more of my poems, has been accepted and will be published in Free Verse Revolution Literary Magazine. Book Release is on 17th March 🙂
Note from Free Verse Revolution – Our fifth issue will be titled ‘Issue V: Cassandra (prophecy and deceit)’ and invites writers, photographers, and artists to explore the story of Cassandra in Troy and how its relevance is still felt today, across the globe. For Issue V, we invite you to explore the unknown, the unseen, the darkness and the infernal. Whether this be literally through depictions of an underworld and hell, or metaphorically by exploring how the Issue V endeavours to be a place for the truth; a place to lift up rather than silence a myriad of voices whether that be through artistic or written means.
weary is the tear
unsure whether to let go
and fall unnoticed
or to stay
holding on
to the edge of the eye
that still believes
scent of ash
sneaking out of a memory
locked in time
warped by moments
and madness
whose embers never died
or so it seems
as the magic
of our last kiss
wafts at my cold feet
willing me
to gather
the remnants
of yesterday
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Mindfills of s.s. for d’Verse quadrille hosted by Sarah Southwest- ash, and d’Verse Poetics hosted by Ingrid – ‘from a place of pain’
Tell me why
I'd stand in the rain
and think of days
when that rain drop touched
the both of us
Tell me why
the wind calls your name
when all is still
and the silence
is deafening
Tell me why
my skin remembers
the shivers you left
when your voice
trailed my name
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Mindfills for Cee’s FOTD
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