Outtakes From the Block File (Shaping Sounds)

I've been out of it the past few days.  I haven't had the time to really focus on much of anything, and writing happens to fall into this space.  However, as luck would have it, I still had a few words, Perimeter, Radii, Swelling and clay.  So from the last of the most recent session, here is the last outtake from the Block File. 

Perimeter’s

Expanding

With every

Stretch

Circumference’s

Swelling

With all

Within

Diameter

Radii

Side to side

Symmetrical

Mound of clay

Forming

Asymmetrical

Sounds

Anger

Held in check

By foreign objects

Grasped by hand

Solution;

To the puzzling,

Equations of soul

Shut it down

Flip the switch

No, which, up, out

Dissolve

This acuteness

Of obtusely

Framed

Formulae

Outtake From the Block Files (Masquerader)

Didn't really have the time to write poetry today, so I'll revisit the Outtakes once again.

Masquerade

Illusions

Conquistadors

Of the metaphysical

Vouch for thee

Macabre

Daughters

Of the dancing appellation

Courting

Tomorrow’s rapture

Cloaked vixens

Feverishly pick

Cherrie-blossoms

Along the banks

Of frigid cricks

Removal of the veil

Reveals Neighbors that you know—

Yet never again will see the same 

Outtake from the Block File( Violet Fringes)

A deluge

Of separation

 Anxieties

Glisten

The substructure

Of the beam

         An ascot

         Skitters neck

                  An orange

                  And the preconception

                           Of impossible rhyme

Incorrect

Yet scarlet

Though it seems

Violet                           Swiftly                          Tears

         Fringes                         Trading                        Immeasurably

A heart-oft hollowed-hulled by dream

 This piece is new, yet many of the words in here appeared in randomness upon the various scraps of discard.  I simply chose to combine these, with a few additions, and this is what I got.  The violet fringes snaking text is as written in the discard file.  Thanks.

Outtake From The Block Files (Every Yet To Dream)

While dealing with my Writer's Block Stint, I wrote a whole many poems that just weren't up to snuff.  So I thought, seeing there really was a lot of these scraps laying around, that I should retool as many as I could, and so I created this Outtake From The Block Files.  This is the first.  The original was about 5 pages long, mainly prose.  Obviously you can tell there was a ton discarded.  Anyhow, here's the first of this series, one which I'll add to as I find the time to go through all that remains.

A painted archway above the seams

Speaks the story in mind for me

Dry as blank canvas,

Begging for light

To breathe

To wade

Without sanction

To immerse memory

With visions to come

Serendipity lives

Within every passage

Within every yet to dream