Experimenting With Creative Writing
Add fuel to the golden fire,
To make us go higher.
We took flight with no wings,
Only colourful rings,
Clutching a woven basket.
It took a while to grasp it,
But once we were suspended,
It could be comprehended,
That there is more to life,
Than war and strife.
Our view is panoramic.
There is such a thing as magic.
Though with each refreshing sigh,
We draw closer to ravens in the sky.
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In response to dVerse’s flights of fancy challenge found here
Back when I was little,
Unworthy and insignificant,
I was a drained and lazy lizard,
With dreams, so magnificent.
My dreams of a eutopia,
Became so real and recurrent.
Though they brought little euphoria;
I was trapped by a sea serpent.
Old leather boots struck terror,
Deep within my shielded heart.
Potpourri reminded me of home,
When my world was torn apart.
My escape from him was easy,
Once I climbed over self-blame.
Now I don’t count every penny,
Nor lower my head in shame.
I’m making myself a life I love,
Where I won’t feel homesick.
I’m yellow with contentment,
Like the earthy turmeric.
In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt Challenge #30 found here
A poem for anyone who is made to feel small, to give them hope for a brighter future.
When I think of you, I find myself looking towards the sky. I wonder if you are looking down at me. Watching from above, with a pair of angelic wings. I believe that you are seeing heights only one stairway has ever led to.
I would prefer it if you were closer though. Thriving in flourishing meadows, behind the hills. I dream of watching you dance, as the playful breeze rattles the leaves of the oak trees. Just beyond the view from my window; your own hinterland.
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In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt found here
I am a gossip.
For I am the telephone.
I narrate stories,
Tales of the day. Need me?
I am just one call away.
In response to dVerse’s I Am prompt found here
Why can’t I find you-
When my fingers can trace roads,
Around the planet.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #314 found here
Martini’s peach slice,
Dwindles on the rim, before
Falling in. Ripples.
Not a swig, untouched, before
Your hands appraised my blushed skin.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #313 found here
Couldn’t resist lengthening the Haiku.
Hope is always a light,
Flickering in crowds,
At the end of a tunnel,
Or lining the clouds.
Its either dazzling white,
Or a tepid yellow,
Beaming orange rays,
Or a silvery glow.
Could it be found in shadows?
In the absence of blinding light.
Simply a black room,
In the blanket of night.
Feel the comfort of dusk,
Of indigo skies,
A starless nightfall,
By closing your eyes.
Shared for Open Link Night at dVerse found here
White crests break across the bay,
Every time you glance my way.
Moonbeams dance on the ripples of the sea,
Every time you smile at me.
Dappled sunlight scatters through woodland,
Every time you reach for my hand.
The golden sun sets, fades out of sight,
Every time you kiss me goodnight.
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Concrete Poem Prompt found here
I gaze upon the stranger opposite,
I’m wondering if he has noticed me,
I smooth my hair, and change the way I sit.
I’m coy, so shy, uncomfortable… Is he?
Why must I torture myself in this way?
I just want love to ambush me, and soon.
No time to think, no fuss, with no delay.
He doesn’t even have to make me swoon.
My friend says that I am more than enough.
He makes me smile, and helps me to get by.
Just why do I find seeking love so tough?
But then I see a glimmer in his eye.
When friendship blossoms into something more,
That’s when love is honest, real and pure.
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