– Shichigoro Shingo
A sign of friendship,
a dose of humanity.
Machine innocence.
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Sorry for the brevity stressful day!
Photo Challenge #299 “Alive”
– Araki Photograph Studio
Your voice spills through my scars
as if they were veins and all that darkness
rendered feral and inert is galvanized
by the light of your smile.
It is in the act of loving you that I feel most alive.
So if you’d let me I’d take you in edges and all.
Photo Challenge #295
– Sarolta Bán
My roots catch behind your sealed lids.
Your blue eyes are the firmament,
your pupils two defunct satellites.
Dissected and withheld I huddle
in your sightless sclera/apogee.
The mask most worn becomes a cage.
I am neither effigy nor disciple.
Must you assign all your misgivings to me?
Must you curse my name as if I were
a murder of crows come to pluck
your righteous harvest?
The clouds are my flesh,
my bones, the dreams
into which I situate my organs.
I am no better than you,
only different.
Photo Challenge #154 and Wordle #144
My blood caramelizes
under the swelter
of an implausible embrace.
Drenched in tears
as wide and iridescent
as dragonfly wings
I blunder without collapse.
–
Will you enter me thus,
flawed and apotropaic?
I have abandoned the war,
the constant need
to justify my difference.
I am good enough.
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My sceleras curdle
under the intensity
of a protracted gaze.
The lucida beckons
from beneath a welling
of lovesick clouds
and among them
I count not a single sheep.
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My feathers droop
mired in my own
intransigent and primordial urges.
The shadows grind and grimace
against a backdrop of emaciated trees.
Where is my annus mirabilis
my bald and unsubstantiated truth?
Can Pekdemir
Photo Challenge #137
I cannot abide your wickedness
presumed or otherwise.
Starving children
held captive behind four walls
and a vindictive sneer.
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I do not remember you
for we have never met
but I have feared you,
the intimations of abuse.
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Against what sins does her hysteria preach?
She never recovered from her childhood,
she never spoke of it, only to say
that the scars were fresh and deep
and that no amount of stitching or simulating
would ever render her complete.
3 Prompts
Zvaella
She moves like winter
With kisses that burn as an open flame
And eyes like untempered strips of lighting.
She pauses to adjust the strap
Of her red Mary Janes, a cloud tucked
Into her right back pocket like a memo.
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Her cold escapes me whenever she smiles.
The sun riven over a cup of tea
I watch her rise up on her toes
Drawing sparks from my grey eyes,
Sparks governed by rain,
Sparks that slash without remorse
My faltering pretensions of joy.
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She stood a long time
On my shoulders, jaded
Self-satisfying, demolishing
Passageways and intersections
My beloved and besieged
My uncompromising mistress
Delilah or Evangeline
Whatever her name
The dilemma remains.
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For
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Photo Challenge #55, Storm, April 07, 2015
Photo Credits: Kimerajam
Deliver me from these
Self-aggrandizing hormones
From the oneiric waves
Of what might have been
If only you had been
A different sort of man.
Fairytales are not only
For the meek
They’re for anyone
Who has the temerity
Of their failings.
*
Defiant despite the storm
I won’t be measured
By your ideals.
Another shallow refrain
I won’t be held hostage
By the weather-vane
Inside your chest.
I never wept so hard
That I broke my ribs.
Hell is always deeper
Than our darkest days.
*
Only a virgin could
Fall so hard
That they could never be
Dug out again.
When there’s no paper left
I’ll carve directly into my spine
My voice is the storm
And you my hapless sparrow
Will never know
How this story ends.
*
I went for an adolescent approach on this one even listened to a song from the key time to try to recreate what is a fictional poem in the end lol
For
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Photo Challenge #54, March 31, 2015
Image Credits: Holunder @ Deviantart.com
A swaddling of paper cranes
Drenched in motes
Of ineffable dust and radiation.
She waits, a song flexing
Between pursed lips.
*
Sadness is hard to fathom
On days such as this
And yet tentative screams
Still peel from her eyes
Whenever he anoints her.
*
I am not a child she chides
The curtains billowing
Around her as an ineffectual mother.
I have mendings to make,
Fugitive scars that grasp
For furtive straws.
*
I know what I ought to do
But the others are so impertinent
Their questions are a barrier
That I cannot breach.
So long as love is erstwhile
Where am I to being?
*
A transparent radius,
A single tear can encapsulate
Infinite totalities
Madness cannot recognize itself
For its acquisition bends,
Inextricably, all incoming light.
*
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I really love this picture, I looked at this morning before leaving and then in the library I tried to recall the impression in this poem.
Photo Challenge #18 “Strings Attached”
Kiyo Murakami
I wanted then to be
Tongue-less, finger-less
That I could not speak
That you’d be left
With only my eyes
For company
And my smile swinging
Off the hinges
Like a thrown door
I don’t have youth
As an excuse anymore
The freedom to fail
Without collateral
The luxury of spare parts
Now I wait behind mirrors
Collecting reservations
Wondering if today
I’ll unravel entirely
PHOTO CHALLENGE #13 “THREE”
Tom Bagshaw
When I was a child
My eyes saw only
That which my heart
Could freely replicate
A truth tenaciously insular
In each wound divinity
Every soul amendable
Salt fell freely
In the excavation
Of pearls
Even when downtrodden
Hope gathered unseen
When I was an adolescent
I thought myself an expert
On human nature
I knew the misgivings of saints
The black mask of the hero
Who craves blood and nepenthe
In equivalent measure
I paraded myself as a sage
Eyes a platform
For causes unknown
As a woman I lose at times
My confidence in humanity
I find conspiracies burgeoning
From the most inane protests
There’s too much death within
A stars ejaculate for my dreams
To ignite on wishes alone
And I resent most of all
My profound cowardice
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Today I found it very challenging to write
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