Tagged, Forgiven & Ignored

Colored folder

Red painted manila

Black ink pen labeled

With a brushstroke beyond

Any symbol cursive’s ever gleamed

Bright quick burst willed it’s way upon the

White stucco ceiling sky,

Determined

Forgotten

Reminded

It’s all right to feel…

Blank stare

Bloodshot flavored eye

Reanimated distinctly

With a faded yet still brilliant

Darkened blur of what once

Offered a quick distraction

To an all too often disconnected

Remnant of some other placement

Of times misrepresented.

Of Consequence...

Photograph by Terry at http://mobiusfaith.wordpress.com

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In a land draped in smoke

We find a people caressed by fear

Where only the undead

Are unspoken for.  (APOCALYPTIC SNOWFALL)

SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES

In a world consumed by hate

We see a realm that doubts their faith

Where the only beliefs able to heal

Are dusted, dead, or concealed. (NUCLEAR WINTER)

SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES

In a society applauding theft and greed

We shun the children who’ve yet to feed

Pushing back the masks, only for the time it takes

To devour what purity’s left to rake. (INHERITANCE)

SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES

Behind hidden doors, Hope’s salvation weeps

As daily they do watch…monsters, unwrought and free

For outside’s where the abhorred stray at night

Leaving but the day to retrieve those released from misery 

(MUTATION)

SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES

When the stench renews

Pulses must grow numb…

As darkness covets light

Vision alters sight…

No matter what you hear

That sound you cannot clear

Despite your urge to feed

There’s no taste left to comfort thee

For when the ravagers appear

Muted be thy cries

Lest beckon upon all

The infection summoned by your call.  (THE END)

Smart Bombs Only Destroy

The smartest bomb is the one NEVER made…

Over at D'Verse, Claudia brought forth a photo prompt. Being a moderator at D'Verse, I, like the others, had a chance to get ahead start tonight, (which I obviously took full advantage of lol). 

 Well, to be perfectly honest, I saw that it was a photo prompt and while those can be quite fun sometimes, I just didn't think I was in a mood to roll something out this way.  So, I did a bit of reading, napped a bit and then hopped on the computer about two hours ago.  

I wrote a couple of things, but I've been rather stagnant lately, only able to knock out some haiku.  So I went into my bag of tricks, poems previously written and noticed I only had one in there, which I had planned on using with some art I did for another blog.  So, I popped in to D'verse, to check out the post and the photos for Poetics.  And there it was that I saw some really impressive photographs. 

Well, I have to say this apocalyptic verse sort of just came to being right then and there.  So, long story short, it's kind of funny how things work out isn't it?  There I was, not feeling like working from a photo at all, even knowing that was suffering a bit of poetic paralysis, and needed a jolt of some sort.  Yet, I was being stubborn I guess, thinking that only I could get myself out of the slump or whatever it is when, lo and behold,not even five minutes elapsed over at the site when bang, the full premise of a poem accosted me in a most pleasant way.  Funny how things work sometimes.  

I look forward to reading your pieces.  These are some very unique photos, that should really offer a wide many angles for poetic approach.  So head on over, check out Terry's photography and check out all the responses linked up on D'verse.  Maybe you'll find yourself quickly impelled to write like I was, please share it if you are, I for one would love to read it.  Then, how about swinging by Terry's site to check out all the neat pieces he's created there.  Definitely a lot of unique material, he has a different way of looking at the world, which makes for some really interesting shots.

A Self-Portrait

Lines forcefeeding hope through

Invisible netting….history is a

Viable predictor of future events,

Again, and again, the robotic

Voice echoes this phrase, and hearing

This is one thing, but listening to it

As you stare deep into your eyes is

Depressing.

Times must change…pools of brown

Feel like the pits mammoths once

Suffocated soundly in…whimpering

As the tar trickled slowly over tongue…

Vines entrench us to our rooting, perhaps

A bit of choice is owed blame as well, but it

Does seem, as irrational as it may be, and is,

That we truly have no hope, especially if we

Cannot find it within our own person…

I stare begging myself to focus, focus and you will

Find, the one thing about myself that I find both

Comforting and my own…kind of odd to say, my own, when

Referring to yourself, is it not, for who’s else is it then?  The answers espy daggers depths….and then

Here

I have found that thing, the one thing, no two, that I appreciate most in my

Current state, and it, of all things,

Should’ve been the first of all things seen…

I do like my hair, as it freely flows about my face, draping down upon my spine, reminding me, it has no control but physical control….(yeah right>) but lets just go with it a little longer….I like my hair, fine, what was the other thing.?  It was the beard…

Which, of course,

Is THE thing

Everyone who

Knows me

Hates the most…

You know, I just have to laugh for a moment.  I wrote the prompt and posting over at D'Verse for their weekly Poetics tonight, and now, almost two hours in, I just realized I never posted my own poem yet….well, that pretty much sums up how the month's been going…

But, yeah, stop on over we're talking about ourselves.  People love that don't they…but seriously, we're composing Self-Portraits and bravely sharing them with one another.  Stop on by and see what we've composed.  I for one am now realizing, that for me personally, I probably should've waited until I was in a better mood to do this exercise, but, hey, being honest to one's self of how one feels is supposed to be cathartic and enlightening…so, we'll see.  

Fall

Please head on over to D'Verse.  Mary is hosting her first Poetics and really did an outstanding job.  I read the article earlier today on my phone, and it is an excellent read, packed with history, opinion, possibility and some examples used in poetry. Again, I urge everyone to stop on by, read the article and then hop on over to the linky and get your fill of what should be another outstanding example of the poets from D'Verse bringing it as we're so accustomed to.  

She's asking us to write about Autumn, and presents a myriad of ways to go about it.  The funny thing is, which I'm actually scratching my head over.  I swear I wrote a poem a while back about fall.  In fact I see the title, Autumnal, but for whatever reason, it's not in my postings on any of my poetry sites, nor is it in my poetry files on-line or off line. It's just weird, perhaps it's something I had intended to write, but never got around to--just found it interesting and thought to share, as I'm guessing perhaps others have experienced something similar.

Anyhow, so for tonight's piece, I had thought about utilizing the colors of fall and basing a piece upon the colors and their symbolism, but, instead I went a different direction.  I decided to go a bit more metaphoric here today, even adding in a concrete image along the way. Cheers.

 

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Autumn was a girl.

Today, she’s most definitely a woman.

I’d see her, standing there, from time to time,

Yet, never a single word departed lips.

None were needed.  The Exchange was simple.

She was there.  I was near.  Yes, it all was rather surreal.

But comfortable, comfortable as anything I’d ever known.

Her eyes communicated all there was to see, as succinctly as the tightest definition found in the oldest and most formidable of tomes, where meaning grew about, organically changing shape, each moment as her colors fleshed about, allowing the green in her to fully

mature and

matriculate.

She thrived in mid-July. Only to disappear

                           Each and every year

                                        Fall.