another spring
confirmed
my need to leave
here
lives of loves
were dashed
in spring
and now
now
I cannot smell the sweet acacia
see the lupine blooms
without recalling
death
and toxin’s spread
that comes with spring
Inspired by real events, and Isadora’s out of standard prompt at IGwRT
BIG Love by Kim Nelson
The value of a broken heart…
Hearts
broken
forced open
prove you are alive
clarify values, strengths, goals, drive
encourage you to love yourself, LIVE, not just survive
despite the fact that it feels as if you’ll never get over the pain, forgive~give~strive
*Fibonacci poetry is a literary form based on the Fibonacci number sequence. The sequence begins like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. In order to find the next number in the sequence, you add the two preceding numbers. The sum of these two is the next number, which then is added to the one before it to get to the next number, and so on.
Image
peering up from
water’s languid surface
reflects damage done, value lost
The cost!
Marian over at Real Toads challenged us to write Cinquain, a five-line poem with a strict 2-4-6-8-2 syllable count.
Upon release
From eremitic cage
She walked, tall
Center-axis spined
Breath drawn even
Eyes frosty, forward, sage
Attitude
Bumptious, brash and blind
Shoulders squared
Jaw frigid, tense, firm
Armored head to toe
Sublime yet tined
That which happened there
Forces her, in spite of flair,
To acknowledge
The two are ever twined
So she remains
A
Crystalized
Balanced
Ordered
Multidimensional
One
Cold as ice
Challenged
Morbid
Untouched
By love, warmth, sun
He may as well have killed her.
*Posted at Poets United, Verse First, Wednesday, January 30, 2013
I see the flare
of illumination,
the semi-auto sparks
I hear dark silence set in,
move toward me
as anxiety arcs
I smell the fat
from too-lean bodies
burning a block away
I taste death
acrid, biting, bitter
this cold January day
I feel the trigger
of my M4, comfort,
in a frightening way
I envision
the future, just minutes ahead,
know a choice can now be made
I settle the muzzle
just under my chin
squeeze hard, my last card played
Empowered, I didn’t let them kill me.
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