Alone Time

I plead with the powerful hourglass,
Complimenting her figure, in hope,
That she will be generous,
And lengthen time’s rope.
A gold band around my finger,
Is of no use to me tonight.
A precious hour will suffice,
To share a kiss by candlelight.
After shunning our bribes,
The sun sets, beckoning,
We part ways,
And await our reckoning.
Time is cruel and heavy with hate,
But love has power to recreate.

In response to dVerse’s Pride Poetry Prompt found here

Very much inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s Hour.

Forgotten Girl

Neglected, no chance to attach,
A childhood gone rotten.
As resilient as a baby seal.
A beautiful girl, forgotten.
Her world is backwards,
With nowhere to stay.
It has an unwelcome smell,
No downpour could wash away.
Yet it rains and rains,
Until she is wet, with a chill.
Like when the crickets stridulate,
Her cries are shrill.
The downfall is that she will grow,
Knowing how to hurt you.
Her expressions will be informal,
And she will hold no virtue.

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In response to Mindlovemisery’s Wordle Prompt found here

A Tale From Above

Come and take a seat beside me.
Add more kindling to the fireplace,
Clasp your hot cocoa, and listen.
I have a tale from a higher place.

We lay on the dark side of a purple mountain,
Majesties of the skies precipitated.
A torrential downpour, like a monsoon,
Forcing us to run, until deflated.

We thought we had found a safe place,
But we were in astounded disbelief,
To find a marginalised population,
Covered with a single fig leaf.

In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #24 found here

NaPoWriMo Day 13

Non-Apology for Brother

To my dearest brother,
You seem to have misplaced your mate,
With your eyes glued to the screen,
He was free to take my bait.
Don’t worry, dear brother,
We don’t think it’s that bad.
I simply won’t apologise,
I’ll take good care of the lad,
Don’t blame me, dear brother,
He’s simply meant to be my mister.
Your friendship will defeat this.
Love from your naughty sister!

In response to the NaPoWriMo Non-Apology challenge found here

What Happens Next Décima

A change is nigh, fortune unknown.
Anxious to know what happens next,
Thinking only leaves you perplexed.
The future, which was once my own,
Now relying on a wishbone;
An unfair probability.
We fight with coarse hostility;
Fate bestows a vicious temper,
No mercy for a pained whimper.
A chore to find stability.

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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here

A Two-Tanka Treasure

At the lost and found,
Unnamed, unclaimed, unworthy.
Jewels all around.
Once loved perhaps, once cherished,
But now a forgotten gem.

A patchwork teddy,
Not mine- but I see stories.
Stitched and stuffed again.
The tattier the treasure,
The more loved is the relic.

Shared with dVerse for Open Link Night #270 found here

Vic’s Haunt

Before I read the grave’s etching,
The whispering winds blow colder.
My arms are heavy with tension,
Your hand of lead pressed on my shoulder.

I said my final good riddance,
Thinking you were gone.
Why won’t you tire of haunting me?
Vic, I plead with you, move on.

Your enflamed, bloodshot eyes
Effortlessly graze my soul.
Even from beyond the grave,
You still demand control.

Your body may pass through me,
But you still take a violent swing.
The illusion still has impact;
No trace of hope for the living.

In response to dVerse’s resurrection challenge found here

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Leaving Home Echoes

I was sixteen- ready to leave my blanket behind.
A time to make extreme choices in the blink of an eye.
My self-esteem led me to a place with no morality.
Somewhere to find solace, be selfish, renew vitality.

I was mauled at home, nailed to the wall.
They were so narrow-minded, they thought I’d fall.
Wanted me to stay forever in my baby basket.
It remains a past I never want to salvage.

No time for second glances, time would not slow down.
My mother snarled- “petulant child” became her slogan.
In my defence, I was determined to make my future brighter.
No bitter feelings over being called a blighter.

My quarrels with mother were like choral feuds.
Not in the same way as carols echo around the piano.
All I wanted was to exceed expectations.
Now I can never diffuse the situation.

Forever defined by my defaced reputation.

In response to the NaPoWriMo homophones challenge found here

40 words: extreme, esteem, sixteen, exceed, blanket, blinked, blackout, basket, selfish, shellfish, salvage, solace, gnarled, nailed, snarled, mauled, vitality, finality, morality, fatality, slogan, slowing, second, soaking, blighter, bitter, brighter, blinder, diffuse, deface, defence, defines, petulant, patient, vigilant, prevalent, quarrel, choral, carol, coral

Rebellious Friends Forever

Remember the day we became friends?
If only a childhood never ends.
Our friendship ignited like sawdust to an ember,
In my club, you were the only member.
We hated ballet slippers and leotards,
So we would sneak away for a game of cards.
We would always hide in the shadows,
Avoiding the colour of a kitten’s nose.
Remember when we missed the school bus?
We hid behind the shelter, so it left without us.
Instead we disappeared to a distant bay,
And pranced around endless dunes all day.
You were always the apple of my eye,
I know who to call for an alibi.

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In response to Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #23 found here

Career? No idea!

When I consider my dream career,
I sink into a huge black hole.
My ideas are as abundant as saffron.
I find no certainty in my soul.

I lack the bravery of a lion heart,
I can’t do public speaking.
I’ll never have a saxophone solo,
As I’m not attention seeking.

All I know is I want to feel valued,
Like the elephant’s ivory.
I will set myself a goal:
By spring, I’ll know who I want to be.

In response to the Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #22 found here