A mixed bag of poems and other writings.
Dusk peels into night. Gold brush strokes spread, diffuse and Nyx emerges through the skin of day to share her moonlit face. Linking to K. Hartless's Petite Pen (https://khartless.com/2022/09/20/its-permanence-that-petrifies-her/) which features this wonderful image from Suzanne VanBebber. (Nyx is the Greek goddess of the night. The only goddess Zeus was truly afraid of).
The message collector is here.
The air rattles and clinks
with calls for help,
declarations of love,
promises to ourselves.
Once a week
they are scooped up,
mosaicking in brief shiny fragments,
to be forged anew.
I could float here for ever,
Sunny suckled,
Bobbing on unclouded brine,
In the bumbling breeze,
Tipsy on a sip of sundown
And sweet humming words.
Linked to K. Hartless’s Petite Pen from last Tuesday (a wee bit late). See more by visiting her site, Yard Sale of Thoughts (https://khartless.com/2022/08/16/courageous-cruisers/).
You let go gently
like softly collapsing sand,
impressions fading with each step,
leaving a dying warmth
of soft burnt orange
hanging in the air.
Cannot resist K. Hartless’s Petite Pen invitations …(https://khartless.com/2022/08/09/custard-cream-evening/)
Breathe deep,
Lower your shoulders,
Relax your brow.
Allow the jumble
To slowly move,
And untangle
Into
Iceberg prisms,
Leaning beach huts,
Soaring biplanes.
And begin your story.
Linking this to K. Hartless’s Petite Pen invitation to write in response to this artwork by David Gista, using 30 words or less. (https://khartless.com/2022/07/05/reshaping-the-canon/) The backdrop reminded me of the 3d illusion images, or magic eyes, that were popular a few years ago (perhaps they still are).
Don’t read by torchlight
Don’t jump around whilst sucking a gob stopper
Don’t leave your mascara on overnight.
This is in response to this Tuesday’s Petite Pen request from K. Hartless on Yardsale of Thoughts.(https://khartless.com/2022/06/28/forgotten-combination/). I know, all very silly …(or is it?)
Searching for words,
But light is as rare as reason.
The sun dulls
And tomorrow darkens.
Linking this to K. Hartless’s petite pen prompt (https://khartless.com/2022/06/21/the-forests-edge/). I saw this after hearing the Roe v Wade decision in the United States.
Autumn smudges its muddy realities.
It is a yellow-less palette.
Eventually all the warm colours will fade.
Silence is ice white, pitch black.
Linking this to K. Hartless’s Petite Pen spot on Yardsale of Thoughts (https://khartless.com/2022/06/14/the-things-unsaid).
Floating on a
Dappled wave,
Summer slumber
Rocks her gently,
Lapping at her toes.
Another Petite Pen invitation from K. Hartless at Yardsale of Thoughts. (https://khartless.com/2022/06/07/the-copper-scroll/).
Pirouette
Twirl and turn
Like a ring on a finger
Something treasured is held here
Fanned petals ready to dance upon the stage.
Linking this to K. Hartless’s prompt for a Petite Pen (of 25 words of less) inspired by this image by Tony Hinchcliffe. Also inspired by the engagement of someone very special.
Writing Whatnots 