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 [...]