City lights made of morning sun
Angels made of plastic fantastic
Persimmon wings
You wanna take a bite
Freeway yes I open my eyes
My way or the highway
Let it all shine
Arrested development
This is not the end of the myth
Of the fable
Of the poetry
Stir mix in some burlesque crazy
Let’s play Twister
Let’s play Risk
Let us mess up
Let’s not give up
Your place or mine
Let us now
Open wide the window
Because now
Is gonna be
A hell of a good time
The words:
Plastic
Angels
Highway/Freeway
Myth
Burlesque
Arrest
The color:
Persimmon
The soundtrack:
Vetiver- Another Reason To Go
@The_Poetry_Cool
That 👊
Imagery Edward Hopper - Morning sun
I'd rather be hammered
than nailed to your cross
Everything I hated was inside the mirror
The rabbit sneared
Holes cannot fill holes....or can they????
#poetry#vsspoem#poetryprompt#vss365#hammer#seafoam
@ExhalingFire There is such a punch in your voice. Breathless, urgent, psalm-like cadence that shifts into something conversational. "baking hell beneath concrete" is so visceral like hell isn't some distant pit, it's simmering beneath our feet. Gorgeous piece.
Two hearts beating,
Soaring
As one
Flying far above
Where anyone has flown
Into the unknown
Bursting through
Far beyond imagination
Destination
Forever
#pennedreveries
Gala sinking into the green sea,
dreaming of cliffs, doomed queens, & the guillotine
You ask me what is wrong
I speak in metaphors & obscurities, only a geek would understand. You will never understand, do you understand???
#poetry#poetrychallenge#poetryprompt#surreal#dali
@Changedhandle1 You have such a raw stream of consciousness here. Your voice is always uniquely yours. How you spun the surrealism of green eggs and salivating birds... The mix of whimsy and longing works so well. You are playful and vulnerable with your poetry, Trudy. I love it!!
Late night as dreams approach
A walk in the void
It’s kinda light tonight but dark
I brought green eggs and a peanut butter sandwich cause you never know on whose table you might end up
Hallelujah let it be yours
I scream out to the distance over there
It don’t matter
There is spittle on my umbrella
I hear the salivating birds
I wish, I wish with all my heart that they would lift me high up into the sky cocooned against the rain
It’s the geek inside of me who loves gravity
I want to free-fall into the deep and and drown in the ocean of your eyes
These notions
A thousand words pouring out like hail
Call out my name
I will follow you
This could be the end and the beginning of us
Surrealistically
@ThePoetryCool
The words:
Umbrella
Peanut butter
Geek
Spittle
Gravity
Cocoon
The color:
Green
The Soundtrack:
Tash Sultana - Notion
That 👊
Prompt image:
Salvador Dali- The Dream
Approaches (1932)
@Wisewizardwords Radiant imagery at play here. You've woven such a gentle, lyrical piece. The sense of wonder and celebration in your language is breathtaking.
2/2
From fragile form to wings of might
A new embodiment, born in the night
Come day light the butterfly stirs, it's wings unfold
A kaleidoscope of colors to behold 🧙♂️
@ThePoetryCool#flashfiction#poetry
pierce
my tenebrous firmament
with your lighthouse love
pick a path
to traverse the penumbra
of each irreverent storm
loop back
out of instinct
out of need
to the succour
of your shores
you know
it's always you
from which those thoughts
never stray
forever
your willing tide