Dark Godiva

 

We’re all full of it

good thoughts

bad thoughts

selfish thoughts.

A head full of

curdled thought soup

I only let out

the white ones

altered to appear pure,

worn like a crown

to convince the world

I am the good witch

Keeping you

at a distance

so you won’t see

a dark godiva

covered with

white vermin.

A final OnesShootSunday poem. http://onestoppoetry.com/

Thanks for the memories.

Photo by Rosie Hardy. http://www.rosiehardy.com/



Ruins

Too late

a sudden ray of revelation

breaks through

clouds of self-righteousness

and I stare

at the ruins I created

with acid rain words

that ate away

your self-esteem

Abrasive criticisms

that sandblasted you

to the bones

of your psyche

And I weep

to see the devastation

that remains

in the abandoned place

that used to be

us

Written in response to One Shoot Sunday photo prompt by photographer Neil Alexander. www.neilalexanderphotography.com
http://onestoppoetry.com/
A grateful thank you to Dustus & Chris. While I have not contributed regularly, I have enjoyed One Shoot Sunday very much, and all of the creative and wonderful writers whose work I have had the pleasure of reading.

Heavy

Heavy in my mouth

Words unspoken
A ring of truth
In lines of lies
Dried to dust

Heavy on my mind

The sound of bells
Not ringing
Peals of silence
In an empty room

Heavy in my heart

The weight of time
A ring of finality
And the question remains
Forever unanswered

written in response to Sunday photo prompt at http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/06/sunday-photography-interview-part-2-rob-hanson-poetry-challenge.html
photo by Rob Hanson

Little Town Blues

My town
small town
never gonna make it town

Lost my way
no Broadway
what’s the point anyway

Chasing lights
caught a stork
never gonna see New York

Bills and babies
mortgage due
no way to leave, just won’t do

Kiss the kids
turn out the light
lose myself in dreams tonight


Thanks to Brian Miller for his http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/friday-poetically-with-brian-miller-7.html Friday Poetically prompt.

Gotta light?



Paint me white
cover up the dark
except the eyes
the eyes that see
me
in you
striking the match
that burns us both

For One Shoot Sunday http://onestoppoetry.com/category/one-shoot-sunday
photo by Fee Easton http://www.flickr.com/photos/bootcoot/

Spring

The signs are here for all to see
Long winter cold is nearly past.
Red robins chirp in fits of glee.
The signs are here for all to see.
Green swelling buds soon leaf the trees.
Pink tulips will appear at last.
The signs are here for all to see.
Long winter cold is nearly past.

My simple attempt at a One Stop Poetry Form – Triolet
for http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/one-stop-poetry-form-triolet-by-guest-host-shan-hendry.html

Encore!

To be
what is expected.
Delivering lines
you’ve written for me.
Directed how and when
to move, to sit, to stand.
Seven days a week.
One final act
upon a broken stage.
An encore is
not to be.

written for One Shoot Sunday http://onestoppoetry.com/category/one-shoot-sunday
photo by Jacob Lucas http://live.jflphotography.com/

Spring and other lovers

Warm against my face
a kiss of sun
and I remember
Spring
and other lovers

In different rooms
only the TV talking
Snow is falling.

An attempt at haiku for One Stop Poetry Form- A little Tanka A little Haiku on http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-stop-poetry-form-a-little-tanka-a-little-haiku.html,
This form is challenging. I know what I wanted to portray with this haiku. Did I manage to do it?  Hmmm
 

Abandoned

Sticking cognition

causing delays.

Words in place

unable to return

overlapping

unintelliglble.

Synapses firing

a dried up

ribbon of thought.

Broken case

holding

the dust of stories

fallen off

the brittle page

           abandoned
                    forgotten

                                                      

For One Shoot Sunday on http://onestoppoetry.com/

Photo by  JackAZ Photography

I am your breathing
brought to life by your inhales
tasting your exhales
sucked deeply through parted lips
my heart inflates with your love.


Thanks to Lady Nyo for the wonderful history and explanation of tanka on One Stop Poetry form. http://onestoppoetry.com/  This is my attempt.

The view

One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt http://onestoppoetry.com/

Photo by Sean McCormick

http://www.neutralhillsstills.ca/index.php

The View

There’s been no change.

Each morning the attendants

lift her out of bed

into the wheelchair,

making sure the ties

that keep her from falling out

are fastened securely.

She hasn’t spoken for weeks.

Has made no sign

she is aware

they are there.

“Good morning, Ruby.

It’s a lovely day today.”

They park her by the window

in case there might be

something left

up there

to notice the view.

But they’re sure there isn’t.

They leave her

inside her crumbling mind

where the view

thru the window

never changes.

What I am

A simple Valentine poem for A Saturday Celebration: St. Valentine's Day on http://onestoppoetry.com/

All the things I’m not

      pale to the one thing I am

               I am loved by you

This is my second attempt at One Shoot Sunday on onestoppoetry.com  http://bit.ly/i85rRk I am surprised at what came out after looking at this fabulous picture prompt provided by photographer Sean McCormick.

House of Blues

House of Blues

my heart

blood red inside

oozing with each puncture made

by leaving words

stabbing holes
in the hurt-eaten framework

that was once

solid love

Impressions

Watching you walk

across my heart

from the inside

your path

 the deepest

                                                                                                                  #gogyohka

inspired  by Sunday picture prompt on
OneStopPoetry
http://onestoppoetry.com/