Petrichor

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There’s nothing like a summer rain
Unexpected, unruly, untamed

It rolls on through

Quiet at first
But growing
To reach a thundering din

Clattering on your rooftops
Rushing down the drains
It presses summer tears
Down dusty window panes

Why then must you be saddened?
It’s only rain it’s true
But dance with me dear stranger
What else is there to do?

There’s nothing like a summer rain
Unexpected, unruly, untamed
This rain it frees your soul and more
To leave the sweetest petrichor

~

Wordle #145 – Oh, Idle Soul

Oh, idle soul
Beware.
Your filter is corrupt,
Beyond those stewing thoughts,
An ugly truth does wait.

Oh, idle soul
Reach out.
Don’t cringe away now,
Your jailer’s gone for good,
To Emerald City, far.

Oh, idle soul
Away.
That ledge of yours,
Exotic in appearance,
But a crescent moon beneath

Oh, idle soul
Look far.
Your longanimity rewarded,
In the purest of angelic noise,
The perfect afflatus, for you.

Oh, idle soul.
You idle soul
Beware.

~

Written for this weeks Wordle on MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie 🙂 It is a little late, and the first one I’ve written in quite a while, but I’m getting my creative juices back and this felt like a good place to start!

Wordle #121 – Reflection

 

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You,
With your esurient eyes,
Breath just as feral too.

You,
Futile in your ways,
Feed the nothingness within.

Just a reflection,
Of what we hate to be,
What we are.

Yet still,
We turn against you,
Forward through bramble,
Weed and branch.

All the while,
We throw glitter.

To cover up,
To mask, and
Exalt the guilty voice.

~

Written for this weeks Wordle prompt on Mindlovemisery 🙂

End.

It’s best to start at the end of the world.

Among the rubble and ice and fire,
Cities are crushed and children lay curled.

It’s best to start at the end of the world,
Where from ashes a Phoenix rises unfurled,
To nourish the land and people inspire.

It’s best to start at the end of the world,
Among the rubble, and ice, and fire.

~

Trying an unfamiliar form for this one, the Troilet, suggested by Yeah Write’s Poetry Slam. So I’m not 100% sure if I got it right but I’m happy with it, somewhat. It was difficult to work with but rather enjoyable all the same 🙂

Wordle #120 – Present, Past, Future

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Oh, how formidable is youth?

Shining.

Glistening.

Almost cinematic they spiral,
From the navel out.

Forever drifting.

So,
Patiently they wait,
Sehnsucht, and
Choose to step beyond the codex of before.

To feint and change the course.

History must stay in the past,
But the future?
That is ours.

~

A Really interesting collection of words for this weeks Wordle from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie! We are given twelve words and are asked to use at least 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used 🙂

Infinity Train

There’s something so beautiful
About fictional worlds.

Hours could pass
And you’d never know.
Caught up in lives
Which aren’t your own.

They embrace you,
Encase you,
Then reel you in,
So to capture your heart and soul.

Toying with your mind,
Baiting your senses,
Leaving you wanting more.

So close,
Yet so far.

It’s never quite enough
But somehow you feel content.

A whirlpool of foreign emotions;
You don’t think you should feel them
That you could feel them
But you do.

A plethora of stories.

A never ending source of love
Of comfort
Of hope
Because if they can keep going
You can do so too.

You follow their journeys
Join in them
Leave your reality behind.

It’s the simplest protection
Your very own save haven
And no one need know you’re there.