Experimenting With Creative Writing
I sat beside a charming stream,
On the trunk of a fallen tree.
A perfect place to peacefully
Reconsider my latest dream.
I admired the water gleam,
Watching courageous ripples ride,
Toward the rocks, and then collide,
Meandering around the bends.
It taught me changes are not ends,
So I can drift, no need to glide.
In response to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 found here
Sirens’ enchanting ballads
Flirt with sailors- a perfect illusion.
Unintentionally deceptive.
No escaping delusion.
The sly texture of her scales.
Lashings of hair, hiding skin.
Shells conceal her modesty,
Still, she draws the sailors in.
Both clueless and frivolous,
Equally attuned to curiosity.
Both dreamers, parched of love.
Beauty masks her animosity.
She steals their hearts,
In promise of devotion.
Robbing them of sanity,
Before returning to the ocean.
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In response to the dVerse mer-people challenge found here
Damaged feelings,
Born from negative intent.
Should have thought harder.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #312 found here
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Concrete Poem Prompt found here
Why must the press always surmise?
Listen, please stop speculating.
Twisting words, manipulating.
I always see through your disguise,
You only ever publish lies.
Media steals all the glory,
Marching on your territory.
Selling words for personal gain,
No justice for the names you stain.
Severing my private story.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #11 found here
Stars glow with pride.
Radiating dots of brilliance
Across the acrylic sky.
Like splatters of white gloss
On a matt black surface.
I seek to discover patterns,
Telling tales of fortune.
We lie beneath the galaxy,
And pray the lights
Guide us to a convincing fantasy.
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Inspired by Molly White’s response to the prompt: Constellation found here
You’re two-faced, like coins.
No change? I want a refund.
Not worth your price tag.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #311 found here
Ode to Bobbing Boats
Oh, the gently bobbing boat,
With your sturdy deck and sail,
Guiding us, on the choppy sea.
You ride the waves, and navigate,
To mystical lands.
You create rippling swirls,
Bubbles and undulations,
Through the water.
Keeping my spirits afloat,
Oh, the gently bobbing boat.
In response to the NaPoWriMo ode to simple pleasures challenge found here
When a hardship comes sailing in,
Please allow my mind to depart.
Watch my warriors guard my heart,
Sometimes I feel like staying in,
So please refrain from breaking in.
I ask you to forgive my void,
Accept, or leave me paranoid.
Let me cry when nothing makes sense,
Leave when my feeble eyes condense.
Pity’s worthless when I’m destroyed.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #10 found here
Tape Deck Travels
The lousy tape deck jittered on long journeys.
Playing a spitting, muffled sound.
The interference would go unnoticed,
We were used to noise in the background.
It would always remember where you left off,
You could never find the start of a song.
Abrupt ends would tumble into new beginnings.
Again, we were unaware it sounded wrong.
When you got to the end of the tape,
You would have to remember to rewind it.
Or else the next journey would begin with:
Click… Again, we didn’t mind it.
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In response to the NaPoWriMo forgotten technology challenge found here
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