She flows with the wind
Spirit suffused with sunlight
Heart a violin
Submission for
Unfinished
Sibylline, sylph-like she slips beneath
The surface of my consciousness
My senses run naked over the walls
Searching for some suggestion in
Those sly shadows that fasten strictly
To the quiescent but she has departed
Now, spooked, perhaps, by the intensity
Of my observations
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Sometimes she speaks, in semaphore,
In the shifting of objects through
Interstellar space. I have lost all
Sense of direction. Should she not
Be sleeping six-feet underground?
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The strain of farewell is still upon her
Like a serpent, silent, suffocating, surreptitious
Is there no light to entice? No suitor to summon?
No sympathetic egress slightly open so that she
May pass seamless into the other realm?
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She wanders desultory through the hallways
To what sorrow is she enslaved? To what
Purpose does she tether herself to this
Somatic sphere? I have found nothing
Disquieting about her passing, save
The brevity of her life. Is she simply
Unfinished?
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I went mad with alliteration but it was a lot of fun lol I have had an unusually hectic weekend and in a little while I will leave town again for a number of hours. I haven’t had nearly enough time to write
Prompt 5 Wordle Challenge
I have always wanted to create my own wordle so here it is!
If you specialize in haiku “Sylph” is your theme so you don’t need to worry about the other words unless of course you want to write several haiku in order to incorporate them all which is totally fine with me =)
If you specialize in limerick
You have a choice between “Bondage” or “Ghost”
If you want to submit a photograph aim for something ethereal, sylph-like, supernatural in appearance
If you write stories or specialize in longer forms of poetry there is no theme just try to include all 10 words. The word doesn’t have to be in the same form as presented “passing” could be “pass” “passes” or “passed” for example. As I am the one that came up with the vocabulary for the wordle I gave myself an extra challenge. In addition to the specified vocabulary I used heavy alliteration as you will see. You are welcome to use alliteration as well but its not required. I hope I didn’t make this impossible! If you enjoy this we will throw a wordle into the mix every now and then. Remember you guys can also suggest challenges and if ever you need adjustments just ask I am flexible. PS you can submit multiple entries because the group is quite small right now.
Disgrace
Disgraced
You atrophy
Under observation
Like the wings of exiled angels
Beneath the contempt of sodium lights
You are all bones and exposed wires.
Compressed by gravity
We are the same
Disgraced
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This is my first ever attempt at rictameter so be gentle lol
Submission for
Lorelei
She sews hearts inside ironed sleeves
A pitiless mistress with cunning tongue
Who through prosopopeia deceives
Shy
I wear wallpaper as if flesh.
Today I am off to a festival with my daughter and mother-in-law. Though I have alluded to it many times I get overwhelmed very quickly in social situations and crowds. I am the archetypical shy girl whose isn’t really of this world. I look forward to taking some photos and hopefully I will get some nice shots I can post. I really haven’t done much photography but I am excited to learn =)
Since this is my first entry I described myself haha
Post-It
I know your face only in the phosphorescence
Of a fictitious dawn,
In the surreal glow of
Your dis mem bered journals
I still find your post-its adhered to the walls
like retiring
moths
They console me like winter, through the amplification
Of a s
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You left, prematurely before love could
Abolish resistance. I am more h o r i z o n t a l
Than v
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These days wrapped up in
the nostalgia of self-perpetuating m-i-s-e-r-y
(this is more first real attempt at playing with the form, I do not have much of an artistic sense about this sort of thing okay I have NO artistic sense about these things but it was a fun experiment just the same)
Unconditional
There is nothing that I hold
Sacred, which does not have
Your elvish prints scattered
Upon it, you, who have no
Desire for space or privacy,
You who are like a door
With rusted hinges always
Evident in presentation
=
Words do not deliver my
Secrets to you, my emotions
Are butterflies of intimation,
Which you cleverly pluck from
The ether. I watch as you spin
Nuance delicately around China
Doll fingers in an effort to
Riddle me out and I wonder
How you, with your intuitive
Attention to detail, can
Love me up close
=
(Even before I had children I always imagined them to be perceptive but now that I have a 5 year old daughter, I know for a fact that they are psychic! My daughter has an uncanny and disorienting knack for asking very specific questions about my private thoughts. The trust small children have for their parents is the purest trust I know. The picture is of our hands should have found a better background lol)
Submission for
Absinthe Diary Snippets (Sean)
Your eyes are not the sea
They are parked, like oil slicks
Between crisp margins
Depthless but beautiful
Under the canary yellow
Light of a migratory sun
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I have reread all your letters
In search of departure but
There is nothing in the grace of
Your feline syllabary to betray
You and nothing in your tears,
As you hurried across the
Threshold into the votive
Light of artificial moons,
To suggest that it was
Ever an absence of love
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Sometimes I peel your fliers
From bulletin boards like the
Rinds of oranges but there is
No sweetness in a smile that
Will never again rest against
My own
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The widow in apartment 16
Is still threading shadows
Into the feathers of carrion
We drink our tea on the
Balcony in the chrysalis
Of unwashed blankets
Side by side every
Morning. She still wears
A starlet red negligee
Underneath her bathrobe
(I bet shes beautiful when
she sleeps)
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Lately I have been hoping to
Catch a messenger pigeon
I know that you are alone
I know the faces of all the
Girls who want to belong
To you, those girls with
Smiles like glass, I can’t
Bring myself to hate them
(but sometimes their
too nice)
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Morpheus no longer brings
Sleep, only open-eyed
Nightmares, I lie awake
Every night, face down,
Wondering where you are
(Your absence doesn’t
feel at all like freedom)
=
In the first poem she isn’t calling Sean shallow she is saying that his goals are very focused so he doesn’t get off track a lot and that his emotions are generally on the surface. I decided to go with a journal since she has never spoken in any of the other stories.
This submission is for
Betrayal Senryu
Palm fed her heart burns
Defenseless against desire
False words abandon
(You can read this two ways because I am sneaky like that in the first way, which is positive, you can read it as true love makes us honest, makes us clearly visible our defenses betray us or you can read it as flattery can feed our egos incite our passions but that in the end it leaves us with nothing)
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