B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Free Verse

Sabin Balasa. Freedom in the Aquarium, n.d. WikiArt

Freedom is a muse

Diabolically preening

Her multitudinous veils.

I sit sullen by the water’s laughing edge

Wringing my heart

As if it were a bundle of wet hair,

Each drop an echoing tome.

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There is very little

An opinion can inform.

I am so much more and so often less.

The only freedom

Left a man after the streets

Have been laid is his curiosity

And I’ve a mind for misdirection.

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I kind of cheated on this because I decided to have 2 stanzas but they can be seen individually

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Photo Challenge# 80 and Wordle #218

– art-spire.com

They spin overhead,

Their black feathers

In Reaper’s shroud dressed.

My heart kicks its cage

A terrible music revisited.

This system swallows

All who would validate it.

Remember the coven,

The moon level but intermittent

In a trump of indignant clouds?

Remember the busts

Of the girls we promised to marry?

Remember the dreams which

Proved too solvent to endure

Our myriad distractions?

I am not the same man,

Now it exists a blessing to wait,

To shelter the impatient sighs

Of children who depend

Upon my unconditional resolve.

I was young once, inconsiderate

Happy for my ignorance.

Now I know but not nearly enough.

And on a random note

A- Age: 34
B- Biggest Fear: Myself I guess I have a really hard time opening up
C- Current Time: 14:19
D- Drink you last had: Tap Water
E- Easiest Person To Talk to: Husband
F- Favorite Song: I am not sure it depends on my mood the last song I listened too was Sister Awake by The Tea Party and it suited my mood nicely.
G- Ghosts, are they real?: Yes I ought to know I have been mistaken for one 😛
H- Hometown: Somewhere in outer space. Have you seen the new photos of Pluto!
I- I can’t: Breakdance <——- totally true
J- Jealous Of: At the moment people who don’t suffer with back pain.
K- Killed Someone?: Never
L- Last time you cried?: A few days ago I think
M- Middle Name: Alishia
N- Number of Siblings: 0
O- One Wish: That I had more (any) confidence in myself
P- Person who you last called: Husband
Q- Question you’re always asked: How do I get to blah blah. People are always asking me for directions. I have a very poor sense of direction.
R- Reason to smile: Husband, daughter, adorable animals
S- Song last sang: I am not sure probably something on the car radio
T- Time you woke up: 6:00 am about
U- Underwear Color: Purple
V- Vacation Destination: Nothing booked in the foreseeable future
W- Worst Habit: Self-denigration
X- X-Rays you’ve had: spine, chest, mouth
Y- Your favorite food: Onigiri
Z- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Wordle #80

In a copse her body rises

Four-cornered and atavistic.

An infection menaced

With sprigs of pastel moonlight

And lust-less oversights.

–

Behind a nebulous door,

A figure pared to shadow

Extends a bony exhale.

What a fine costume

Death conceives when

On loneliness he preys.

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The God’s write themselves

With cranberry and ichor

Into the portraits of mortals

But who is inclined to believe

In what they cannot see

When what stands before them

Reaps little more than a twitch.

Writing Prompt #126 “Collage 7″

Poem Title: Grenade

I pluck, shuck, and bury

My dreams deep.

Flower grenades

And happenstance,

The only impossibility

Is letting go. I am fragile

Invertebrate, the prize

Within a shell

That has endured

Beyond advantage.

I am a ballet performed

In a sling, silently

Beneath a canopy

Of disintegrated rainbows.

I am independently capsizing,

Undefinable given chase.

Wordle #112

Thunder spills through

Your shimmering steps.

A sodden yard,

A park at rest,

Jets of rain douse

Curbs and streets

In motley mirrors.

Status has no significance

When cloaked in weather.

We all spew the same

Inconsequential drivel

In our rush for temperance.

Page after page, our lives

Simultaneously up in flames

Such a simple thing rain

The difference between

Life and death and still

We detest that which makes

Of us a flawless mess.

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During my rest break at school I like to take walks along the canal. The area is quite beautiful and historic. The ducks usually cheer me up when I am caught up in my own gloom. I love the way they just waddle right up, give you the once over, quack a bit, and waddle off again when you don’t have any food. Sometimes they don’t even bother waddling off they just turn around. Yesterday it was raining but I had my walk anyways even though it meant going back to class all soggy. Today I didn’t go to school. I wrote about it on Curious Flowers, my health issues, and on top of that I am experiencing some very weepy Depression.

Wordle #113

Her giggle shatters in my wake

Scoops the moonshine

From its anguished cage

And sends it chattering into

A blustering, cinereous sky.

My sides split and crazy cuts it way

Through the caves inside my head.

Common sense does not exist

When held under such a fearful load.

What a farce it all is?!

If there is anything I can take away

It is this never trust a smiling woman.

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Short, silly, and a bit nonsensical. A lot of social anxiety today. I can’t tell you how frustrating it is (actually maybe I can because I wager some of you know already) to have the words fall apart as soon as they leave your mouth. I am humbled everyday by my blundering idiocy.

Wordle #114

Some lies fall incautiously

Like paper from an over-turned file.

Senseless answers stumble,

Too complex to derive,

Like a forest pale with smoke.

The animals are a mess

Parts still and strewn on the edges

Of their ill-favored tracks.

Such lies require little class

But seem at the time valuable.

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Don’t come too close for I’ve not

The breadth to hold you back.

Step on the gas and drive until

You reach Mona Lisa’s smile

And never come to me again.

Next time I won’t have the heart

To fabricate a rejection, next time

My heart will arrive with you

Worse for wear and in need of validation.

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I had a fun time writing this, even if it is a bit nonsensical

Wordle #115

My heart is a bridge

Connecting one island to the next,

A wilderness hewn of both rock and bear.

You cannot escape me,

Retreat as often as you like

I am unstoppable,

Unstable at the best of times.

An angel fallen and passed

Round the bend

There are no lanes and no meadows

In which I might seek

Direction or solace.

I am devastating

In the fervid deforestation

Of my nomenclature.

A poem for a posy,

A poem for a mind split

Along the sieves.

I bandage my wounds in vowels,

In ink and holy water

As if I were significant.

I am only me and my words come

From the very same ruined heart,

Sometimes at great expense

But the charge is as it should be,

For I am nothing if not free.

Wordle #217 and Photo Challenge #79

– flashuser.net

My heart is only

A nick, a valley carved

By years of erroneous weather.

Your smile is an eviction,

A dash of joy like sunlight

Fleeing through parted blinds.

–

My life, being dehydrated,

Carries with it the constant

Threat of drowning.

Your life precedes gravity

And all its crude assumptions.

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Denial does not yield

Freedom, however, fiercely

The trick is applied.

Try as I might

I can find no tread

Within this artificial flood.

–

You suffer no such compulsions

And as others subside into

Their respective apathies

You are still dreaming,

Buoyant as a Spring shower.

Wordle #79

The cold caress of pelagic eyes

Over my still dripping wounds,

Once enunciated rejection is futile.

What chance offered could be seized?

An organic cynosure,

A fearsome mermaid

Glazed in salt and sand with skin

The color of unshucked oysters.

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My heart is a harbor

Into which ships stowaway

Silent as spoons.

Hands raw with distress

I mount the embankment,

A barb-wire smile

Bubbling up from the blue.

I am prepared to die,

To have my sinews

Picked clean and ingested.