PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I can only know you, he said, if I’m inside
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
When he found nothing
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Wind rustles fallen leaves;
Frosted air promising snow.
Darkness comes early.
Well, I was one over on line one and one less on line three so I figure I came out even:)
“But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.”
― Julio Alexi Genao, Taking the Long Way Home
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
Shadow on shadow
Silent wings above snow
Tiny heart loud as thunder.
Mirrors reflect lies unspoken.
We speak not of unbearable things.
Hope lies in forgotten corners.
We run circles instead of
just letting go.
“Tears are words that need to be written.”
― Paulo Coe
Writing Prompt – Darkness
Darkness like silk lies
Down in the depth of my soul.
Never come home again.
There are layers in our lives
Which we need to peel back
In order to reveal our own truth.
My truth is not yours,
Nor will it be,
My truth is caught in the deepness of me,
Bubbling and boiling and longing to be free.
Catching up on some missed Daily Post One Word Prompts. I was going for a haiku, but the poem didn’t want to go that way:) So, hey, it’s just a three line poem!
Flames burn careless souls
Like words burn foolish hearts.
Endless pain of belonging.
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