The Wabi-Sabi Writer: October '17 Poetry Project
Showing posts with label October '17 Poetry Project. Show all posts
Showing posts with label October '17 Poetry Project. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Intrigue
October 31, 2017 4 Comments





My words were but a litter of letters all tiny timid and trembling
Yearning to be coaxed out of hiding and nuzzled 
Safe and seen in the silence 
They wriggle and purr
Entertaining possibilities once unsaid now
Running wild around the room
I want to play with them
Our glaring truths
Unfold 
Secret tails



Acrostic poem based on today's final prompt 



Image Courtesy of The IPKat 
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Monday, October 30, 2017

Pareidolia
October 30, 2017 2 Comments


my garden grows
 the very best 
of intentions
all lined up 
along the road to hell

Lust and dust
mix and mingle
in the histories

I lurk
like the spider stalking
a fly carcass 
crackling on the web
waiting watching wanting 

to remain ignorant
savor trust
like salted caramel
melting on my tongue

or to take the bait
 and bite down
hard
on the truth

This knowing fruit

sours
the soup
stiffens
scum into skin

on the surface
I see the face 
of broken promises
in the grey pucker


OctPoWriMo 2017 Day 30





Photo Credit: Andrey Bobir https://www.artstation.com/andrey_bobir
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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Fearful Symmetries
October 29, 2017 2 Comments

Out of the black
bodies
emerge
into light
then
retreat
as the strings and wind 
wind around
our view
into this place

blind
connections
rushing
towards
the edge

so close
you can hear 
the heavy
hungry gasp
holding on to each moment
as if it were the last
chance
to breathe


Image credit:  Jahna Frantziskonis and Max Cauthorn in Scarlett’s Fearful Symmetries.

© Erik Tomasson
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Saturday, October 28, 2017

Bardo
October 28, 20171 Comments



That place
where the rug
or in my case
the road
is pulled out
from under
foot

where I wander
wondering
if I should do something
anything
different

train
write
work
race
love

How much do I give
before I give
up
out
of the blue
landing
on the sidewalk
again
not knowing
how or why

I rest
resistance
on the curb

and pick 
myself
up
and
move
on




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Friday, October 27, 2017

The Precious Common