Photo: S.L.
Let your wild side find the quiet corners
Where life’s merit leads you home.
Let the untamed within you carry favor
With bits knapped off of
Your lost soul.
Know the places that sustain,
The nooks where spirit laughs.
You’re at peace
At last.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: wild
Photo: Amy-Leigh Barnard on Unsplash
He believes he is perfect,
The Gods’ answer to fate.
And they can all now retire,
For they had taken the bait.
He’ll dominate every action,
He’ll defend every crime,
If it’s done to the benefit
Of his imperious climb.
He recruits many minions
Who fetch and carry his deeds,
For to him it is given
That they’ll kowtow to his creed.
He will squelch any protest,
He’ll ridicule any voice
That dares not speak his glory
Or demands to have choice.
He is crass, and he bullies
Lashes out at dissent,
Because to him it is treason
If people still seek consent.
He is cruel, he is shallow
He full worship expects,
He will break every branch
To feed his Tyrannical Rex.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Imperious at 123 words
Note: The photo of a (small handed) Animatronic Tyrannosaurus (T-Rex) was taken by Amy-Leigh Barnard at the Natural History Museum in London. No offense intended in the poem to the dinosaurs, extinct though they are.
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I’ve lost connection
With over-tired roots
Fragile
With the passage of the elements
And time.
I’ve let go
To the shifting earth
And to the rocks
Repeatedly cracked open
By frost and sun.
And toppled to lie
Finally
Atop the ground.
Ready to go back
To that from which
I had
Become.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Trees
Photo: Pablo Martinez on Unsplash
Blow gently into the embers
Of
Your dreams.
So the quiet flames
Of what you’d always wished
And perhaps did not know how
To do
Can lick them into hope
Anew.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anew in 31 words
Photo: Amitai Asif
Inside the core of frozen
Lore
There beats a tender
Heart.
Beneath the glaciers of
Dearth
Unfurl forgotten
Paths.
Amidst the howling winds of
Cold
Whispers bid to
Start,
And feed the seed ‘neath Tundra’s
Soul
Awaiting summer’s
Part.
Note: just the other day, I watched parts of the movie “Frozen” (the first one) with a young child, in preparation for that child’s going to the movies with friends to see “Frozen 2.” Now I have an ear-worm and am yet to “let it go” … 😉
For Linda Hill’s SoCS and JusJoJan challenges: Movie title
Photo: Jim DiGritz on Unsplash
She looked him
In the eyes, and saw
A face that tells
Of life and memory
And all the small and
Infinitely scarring
Stories of what he’d done
Because he had to
Even when it wasn’t
What he’d wanted, but
What was necessary to have
Done.
The difficult
Choices.
The privations.
The loss made in
Acceptance of the compass
Of the heart and
Mind.
His was a trustworthy face.
Plowed by honest work
And resigned to
Sacrifice.
One month
May prove to be
Not nearly long
Enough.
Last lines quote used as inspiration for this challenge:
“I looked him in the eyes at last. They were sunken and soulful, and often carried dark circles under them. The man had a trustworthy face.
‘A month?’
‘That’s all. One month.'”
(“Girl Waits With Gun“ by Amy Stewart)
For the dVerse Poetics Last Lines challenge
Photo: Atara Katz
She has come to inspect
The tent
The snacks
The gear
The rest.
A gazelle
Wearing smiles
And she’ll stay
For a
While.
Entertainment
It seems
Can be found
On a whim.
For the Word of the Day Challenge: Gazelle
Photo: Dikla Nachmias
Ladies of the borrowed time,
Mistresses of undemanding,
Mothers bearing down the twine
To faithful understanding,
Sisters of this Earth and sky,
Daughters threading needles of
Life verifying,
Girls who hearts ignore —
I hear you roar.
Do know:
Together we’ll weave words
From crying.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: roar
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
A moment
For the memory of
A different kind of home,
Where sun sparkles
On the water
And you feel your soul
Fold along the crease
Of rolling foam,
And where your spirit
Sings the song of places
It has long known
How to roam.
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
In the portal to
Tomorrow
Let the trumpets
Ring not
Alarm
And rush to
Harm,
But stop to the
Hubris
Of war.
In the portal for
Tomorrow
May those men
Who rashly
Spend
The life of
Others,
Know the call
Of trumpets
Often heralded
Only pain,
More gore.
Enough.
Enough.
No more.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Portal
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