Medusa may turn men to stone, but her heart is soft and tender. The latest issue of Two Mondays (#5 - Snakes and ribbons) seeks the woman behind the myth.
Featured poems are responses to #vss365 prompts.
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The king
Has become
The jester
Upon his throne
He sits
Sorrow of death
About him
He awaits
His daughter's return
But time
Ticks on
And
Night has
Brought more snow
Cruel wind
Freezing hard
He daren't
Look
Beyond his toes
As before him lay
Those that
Once were thought
As friends
Deep in belly of woods fleet'g time is tamed to slug
Resin tells tales of coon's age
Leaves,snitch on songbirds
of how they stole season from the moon
Stillness listens
timber tattles
Below an Oak-Burl beast bloats-nose red as #joker
Waits to share jokes
only to my ears
#vss365
‘Lose weight right now!’ the ad says. What a #joker! Still, I can’t resist.
‘Come in,’ she says. What’s her dog chewing?
‘How much do you wanna lose?’
‘A stone.’ Wait, is that a human leg?
‘If we #chop off your head, that’ll do it. Stand still.’
The dog drools. #vss365#vssmurder
Tall gaunt figure
Beckons me
Dressed in black cloak
& cowl
Think I might
Be facing Death
As I #whiff
Odor foul
UR WARRANTY’S EXPIRED
AN EXTENSION U MUST SEEK
But I don’t even
Own a car—
My laugh comes out
A squeak
It’s obvious
I angered him
As his scythe
He unsheaths
#vss365
That
Whiff of fresh air
On a midsummer day
When eyes sparkled again
It has been a long time ~
An arduous journey
Laced with a mirage
She crawled
She lost her tears
Her silence was mistaken,
But the new dawn met her,
And she glowed
To wear her dreams again
#vss365#whiff
On this festival of colours
I make sincere effort
Catch a whiff of #love
Hold on to faith
Douse the flame of regrets
Burying obsidian sorrows
Forgetting enemity fill hues
Of Love and compassion
Life sweet nectar
Wish to drink sip by sip
#vss365#moonmystic#writemap#holi
She was the queen of hearts
Worshipped by scores but
Hounded by loneliness
Isolated with the truth
He reigned as the king of diamonds
Envied by all but
His creditors kept score
Tallying the truth
The #joker was
Laughed at by many but
Laughed hardest
Happy with the truth
#vss365
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Mama's in the kitchen, up early or hasn't gone to bed. #Whiffs of cigarette smoke signal her mood. Long calming drags exhaled into plumes of distress. The can of condensed milk she stirs into her coffee is almost empty.
Quiely I turn, go back to bed.
Leave her alone.
some say
the wind
carries
idle words,
crocodile tears,
and coyote's
yipping—
not to be
tricked
by the
#whiff of
evening primrose
or casa blanca
lily, the
truth is
the wind
carries
secrets
and dreams,
pollen and
seeds, and
can knock
over a
thousand
year old
tree
#vss365
Time's no #joker
wielding life
From sunrise
to darkest nights
It plays slow
with horsehair bow
Emotive tune
through my window
Meadows smile
as flowers bloom
Showing me
variations loom
Edge of madness
is not for me
I'll find solace
in some poetry
#vss365#PoetryLovers
Grief’s one long cold sentence
Pain, it’s punctuation point
Your loss a hole in my heart
An aching in my joints
I take a breath for a #whiff
Of joy my soul so wants
The scent sincere
As longing nears
And shimmers
As it taunts
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#FromOneLine#vss365
On the edge of my sanity
Where velvet dusk haunts me
In perpetual game of hide&seek
Where steam whistle rain
Hoots at my jaded whimsy
Where d mirrored sweep of stars
Reflects my abiding agony
There I dangle
A faint #whiff
Of soggy regret
hovering over me
Secrets scribbled on the skies
For no one
But our eyes
Where we sway in a #whiff of stars
Catching music
in the drops of rain
We make memories in dreams and regrets
For no one
But our lives
Kiss me slow
Let me burn
I’ll be your summer
In the winter’s night
#vss365
Big hound on 30-ft-lead
One whiff of rabbit and
He's flying me like a kite then
I crash to earth
Ribs meet fist
Pulling back on the lead
I feel my ribs draw in and lock
I lie there for a few moments
Clouds recharge overhead
I could be underground right now
This could be it
1/2
She waited all night long,
For the rain to soak the earth,
In her white palm a handful,
Of #mud she then gathered,
And moulded into a nightingale,
A magical bird that chirped,
The same melody every night,
To weave scented dreams,
Behind her closed lids…
#vss365
I'm in a garden surrounded by rainbow coloured flowers.
A luminescent butterfly lands in my palm.
I follow the scent of fresh #mud to a river with diamonds on its bank.
The wind repeatedly whispers a word - coma.
I ignore it. I love it here and I'm staying.
#vss365