My heart is shattered,
each sliver
#needle sharp
against my soulโ
Iโll keep piecing
these fragments together
in the hope that,
one day,
Iโll be whole.
#vss365
To change from a liquid to a solid state by cold, to freeze, coagulate, curdle, become gelatinous or immobile.
The Monday #vss365#Prompt is #congeal
Art by Andy Goldsworthy; British sculptor, photographer, and environmentalist
I am darkness defined,
barefoot beneath
these ashen skies,
as my sorrow #congeals,
yet a light still glows
in my moon-grey eyes;
I am a faded lament,
waiting for my sorrow
to disappear,
yet I know not when,
for I am still consumed
by these doubts and fears.
#vss365
watching moon-cast shadows
how I feel
like pieces of me
scattered under blind stars
on the wings of ravens
a falling flight - vertigo
and one by one
I try to gather them up
only to have them crumble
into ashen dust
as the nightwind sighs in regret
#poetry#microstory#moonmystic
when world gets too much
she pins emotion to her feet
twirls and swirls in natural
courtyard away from gaze
sole swan in pond watches
flushes seeing her grace
#vss365#flush
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when light spins out like
a dervish from the mind
in mad dance for outswirling
the wind beautiful miracles
drop dizzy from the sky
#DahliaDaydreams
#tanka
#poetrycommunity
#writingcommunity
Tie a piece of twine
around your finger to
remember, and tie the
other end to a red kite
you set free. Then
hold a spelling bee for
the winds and watch
the clouds assemble
like spectators.
Somewhere a robin
begins a journey
inscribed on its bones
before men wrestled flame. #poem
Grey winter day
amid the silence
of ice and wind
crows call
dark wings in flight
pieces of shadow
against lowering clouds
and it moves through me
an unwinding ribbon
of atavistic cold
wrapping around my bones
#vss365#poetry#microstory#photo by Ralf Kistowski
In my #knowledge of love,
I think that
the timelessness of love
is an emotion that runs
out of #time.
And what remains is a story
sometimes in present
and sometimes in
past tenseโฆ
#vss365#knowledge#brknshards#time
There is fear
buried between
every breath I take,
a tumult of worry
that it is hard
to break,
and in the yearning
to escape from
the trepidation
I feel,
I hold onto
the hope that
one day
I might heal.
#fear#poem
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Let's try to suppress
the fears and
save the certitudes,
Reborn with
one last glance and
one thousand caresses,
Let's try this one last time,
see if it floats or sinks.
Let's rewrite history,
let's trade in the heart,
let's bet eternity
#vss365#fear#poetry
I rue the day
the glaciers melt
& are replaced
with mountains
Unhomed a landscape
it would be
losing species
by the thousands
& though I'm told
Antarctica
was once
rainforested & green
A stunning cost to pay
Those lives
& artic scenes
crashing into the sea
#SlamWords#encore 3