Plague

the plague swept the land
its inhabitants rushed to
store up essentials in barns
the moths and rodents rejoiced
while infected their household
with disease more vicious than
the original plague

 

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Howling Temporal Reality

A collaboration with Samantha and Sonia. You may like to visit their work via Instagram:
Samantha (@wordsthatburnedpoetry)
Sonia (@theshaeira_sonia)

Howling
Winds taking
Down the guards
Off my superficial layers
Insecurities
Tearing out
Bitter longing dreams
I rise from ashes
Temporal
Instant gratification
Consoles your loneliness
In an exhilarating whirlwind
Death

Thoughts on Old Photos VIV

I painted you
into
an avalanche of sun glow
so my smeared hands
cannot fanthom
the beauty within

I locked you away
behind the canvas
so my weary eyes
show no more desire

I sealed your lips
in silence
so your whispers
penetrate my mind
no further

Your catatonia is
my salvation

Lukewarm

She sits to watch
the epilogue of summer
pass by

Her pleated skirt waves
to the fading whistle
of the oceanic breeze

The memory of sunburn
sates the passion
she holds within

The frosty mornings
reminds her
the wisdom of waiting

And now
she grows frantic
in the lukewarm
fuzziness

 

Funny Mood

Today
I feel blah
It is one of those days
that repeats itself
without any
remorse

This hour
I feel nothing
It is one of those states
that appears intermittently
without any
warning

This time
I say something
It is one of those outpours
that shocks me
without any
reservation

By now
you must wonder
what I have said
Without any
delay
let me tell you
I said
blah blah blah

He is a Doer

Living Poetry prompt – Practical

She is dreaming up
all the grand qualities
in a man

He gives her an adorable smile
kisses her like a devil
passionately makes love to her
like there is no tomorrow

She pants and moans
thinks about their likely
possible future together

He looks at her with his puppy eyes
lays with her over and over
he says to her
I am labouring to give you a child
for our future
My Queen!

Crisis

Roses are blue

Violets are black

Rock and roll is dead

The world has gone mad

I am blogging to stay sane

Noir – The Colour Collection

Darkness makes
the subdue glow more alive
the quietness sing softly
the tiredness rejuvenate

She
drapes stars to shine light upon the cold sad moon
The stars lend dreams to the hopeless soul
The moon inspires the watcher to fashion beauty