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

~

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille – Choice

The truth itself
Sits within the lie
Snugly waiting.

But…

Here-
Is it still a lie?

They know not you keep it
Save, warm, hidden.
Still
Even you don’t know
Not yet.

Here-
You’re lying to yourself?

Safe, warm, hidden
This helps none.

Not even you
And your secluded self
Your locked up heart.

Here-
Is it still a lie?

Protected
Or protecting?
Saving self
Or saving them?

So, now my dear friend
Speak your truths or spill your lies?
Waiting, all my heart

~

Written for this weeks Haiku prompt over at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie 🙂 This week it is a Haibun: prose mixed with Haiku. My prose turned out more in the rhythms of poetry…but I am happy with it all the same

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 🙂

Eternal

He must walk this world alone;
Dark hair, dark eyes – much
Darker name we never speak.

He passes through unseen;
But still we know, as
We shiver in the warmth.

Doomed to be alone.
Stranger in the crowd,
Solitary one.

Just longing, to
Care for someone, not
To just exist.

Not long, there
He saw him, brighter
than the sun.

Wide eyed,
Or else enchanted
By him.

Life

Death

Who’s he?
And why so sad? He
Shouldn’t.

Bright green eyes,
Soft pink hair, to match,
Widest smile.

To look upon,
Such loneliness, his
Aching heart broke.

I know you now. He
Who walks in shadows.
I’ll show you the light.

So at the last moment
He reached out, to take
Cold fingers in his own.

Death’s no longer alone, Life
Embraces him now.
They stay like that. Forever.