these unspoken words
collected, categorized
brew like a beast beneath my skin
stilled, stuck
smoulder on my tongue
waiting for hints
of neutral ground to land
I stare at moon shadows
veining across porcelain
midnight morphs to another day
as I pray for humanity
For Quadrille Monday. 44 words, sans title. Must contain the word “hint”.
You can join in at dVerse Poets Pub. It is my pleasure to be your host today.
it doesn’t hide, nor should it
it is far from frivolous
or unnecessary
it doesn’t pause or waver
and cannot be reworked
to suit one’s whim
(yet they will try)
it does not dissolve
or blend with the bunk
it is not chaotic or complicated
it lacks creativity
it is not perfect, but pure
it is neither hype or hogwash
and holds no hidden agenda
it hasn’t wings, but instead
waits for us, to lift it up
to the celestial light
(shine the light, pray for the light)
it should not need armour
it has no war to wage
yet without, it is severed
mangled, rearranged
(in the eyes of the ignorant)
Written for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn is our host and has given us the challenge of using “negation” to describe the abstract.
Image credit: pixabay
what you don’t know
will hurt you anyways
because truth
is the only reality
the liar knows the truth
therefore the truth exists
it is never hidden
you carry on without knowing
but you are living within a lie
and that is pain….un-felt
a secret is a perspective
it’s an illusion, my friend
Merril is hosting Poetics this week and she has asked us to write about secrets.
It is what it is
Unobscured , sunlit
A guiltless glow of certainty
Barbed and bristly
Thoughtlessly exposed
Nettles rooted and ready
Unwittingly aimed
At pricking me
mishunderstood 