Monday Poetry Train-Core Revelation

 
Core Revelation
A lifetime spent
Peeling layers
Of civilization, proper behavior
And inhibition.
Now…
She hovers,
Wary of crossing over,
And catching her skin
On the black and jagged edges
Of her imagination.
Don’t forget to take a ride on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train.

Monday Poetry Train-Uncomfortably Numb

I’ll have to pull out a spooky poem next week.  This one called to me this week.
 
Uncomfortably Numb
Mind anesthetized.
Senses under siege.
Scent, touch, taste.
A life,
Wrapped in gauze.
Emotions once swelled.
Dominated.
Now loom out of reach.
Trapped,
In unrealized dreams.
 
Numb is not comfortable.
An endless recycling
Of gray,
With an under-smell
Of decomposition.
 
The yearn remains.
Burrows with sharp claws.
Thickens. Suffocates.
Until it consumes,
And blankets the [...]

Monday Poetry Train-Big Freaking Windows

I dug up an old one since I’ve missed weeks of the poetry train.  I always meant to go back and redo this one.  I still might.   It’s completely disjointed, lacking in style, but I think there’s something salvageable.
This monster poured out in one rough go after… er, a period of intense anger…  [...]

Monday Poetry Train-Overture

Overture
Music, like a smooth beat of emotion
Plays along with my days
It can soar to eye-watering crescendos
Or pulse in rhythmic steadiness
It can come in the form of a whisper
Hushed
A small tap, tap, tap
That if ignored too long
Becomes a sharp thump on the nose
Sometimes, it’s a lone female soprano
Strong, yet slightly hollow
A sound not unlike the wood [...]

Monday Poetry Train- He Tires

  
(Photo by Giuseppe Crimeni)
He Tires
Hold on
To me,
My Love.
I will keep us
Afloat.
For my dreams
Are still yet
Buoyant.
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SFAP AND Monday Poetry Train!

If you’re curious about SFAP (Scene From a Picture–Snarky Reader Style) click here for details.  In brief, this is a constant feature of the Write Snark that invites readers to open up their creativity and write from a visual image.  A poem, a line, a scene–it’s up to you.

The current image and deadline is always displayed [...]

Monday Poetry Train-Difference Good

 
Difference Good. 
Writers in genre
Necessarily diverse
Otherwise Lemming.
And for fun, you can play Lemmings online!
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Take a ride on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train and feel free to join in!

Monday Poetry Train-Fool’s Paradise

Fool’s Paradise (Haiku)
Blocked again, I am.
Assigning blame to sources.
Delusional me.
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Don’t forget to take a ride on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train!  There are always so many fantastic writers–you won’t be sorry.

Monday Poetry Train-Silence

Silence
How was your day
    We ask
Expecting that oh-so
    Standard reply.
We go about our
    Evening’s tasks-
Dinner, homework
    A child’s bath
And bedtime story.
And we accept.
We settle in front of
    The television.
What looks good
    He asks.
Anything, doesn’t
    Matter.
We watch documentaries on
   Ancient Egypt
Or fill the empty space in
   Our thoughts
With mindless movies.
And we accept.
Where once we argued,
   Passionate
In [...]

Monday Poetry Train-Subterranean Thought

Here is another revisit for the Poetry Train Riders.  Funny, the one line I spent time rethinking, is usually the one people love. We’ll see… 
Don’t forget to take a ride on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train!   
 
Subterranean Thought
Ground dweller,
Seeking answers
In the landscape of being.
Trapped under a canopy
Of idealism.
Unfold a repertoire
Gone yellow and brittle.
Skim the middle words.
A [...]

Monday Poetry Train/A Man Like Any Other

 
A Man Like Any Other
 
He closes eyes made gritty
By stolen hours of sleep.
    He=s solid only–in realms
    Of shadows and unspoken despair.
He blindly reaches out
To grasp what he cannot see,
To find purchase in another night
Spent upright, in a lone kitchen chair.
 
To the outside world
He=s an ordinary man.
    Made solid only– in realms
    Of burden [...]