#MayDay Prompts Day 11: Poem — Free Verse — “Crystalline Truths” #amwritingpoetry


For Day 11, the prompt is eyeglasses and braces.


Credit: Tim J. via Unsplash


Can you see through soft lenses,

Or, do you prefer eyeglass frames?

Do you see through people,

Or, peer at them and see their floating soul?

See their suffering and their pain,

See their delight, that they exist for a reason;

That they’re something wonderful.

Have you read the writings on the wall,

Is your inner voice, so confused, the truth is lost in caging vines,

Vines of heartache, and indecision?

Maybe, you don’t understand another’s choice —

That doesn’t mean you’re right.

Perhaps, your vision’s blurred,

And you don’t see the truth staring at you?

Aqua eyes that communicate reality;

Ochre eyes that tell you, inner sight for everyone differs.

Are you judgemental, scary maniacal?

Do you think you know everything, and conceive all signs —

Can you connect each tiny dot?

Do you misperceive the truth staring at you, or —

Do you perceive that the world’s broken — certain creatures twisted.

That the shattered world has (some) void-less souls;

They reduce vision, cause an ache in every heart.

Do you gnash your teeth and close your eyes, braces gone;

Your teeth aligned as gum pieces?

And now that you’ve straightened out your misgivings,

Has your vision improved?

Have you twenty-pairs of frames to aid your deception?

A lie logical but mostly, nonsensical,

Perceivable or unbelievable?

Words, phrases, rules, and visions;

All these illusions for no reason,

Only to be cruel.

You’ve lost sight of forgiveness, serenity too.

Can you teach a deer to be a bear?

No, because one’s omnivore, the other carnivore.

Do you truly perceive the writings on the wall?

There is true hope, and then there’s those forever lost.

A stunningly obvious truth: her soul’s God’s in Heaven.

This is finality, the all in all;

Have you vision, or blindness despite perfect sight?

For a person can see, but still exist in blinding dark.

Never mind other incomprehensible crystalline-truths.


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Sunday Writing: Poem – Licentia – ” Plastic Drowns” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to ScribblersDip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this last Sunday’s Writing Prompt quote/collage.

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Credit: ScribblersDip MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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“Stuck in a generation where loyalty is just a tattoo, love is just a quote, and lying is the new truth.” 

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Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Games insane, thinks she’s Queen, now breath wanes. 

Her long voluminous eyelash extensions sweep, 

Dyed hair weeps silver strands on botoxed cheeks. 

Ingenuine smile teeth veneers and braces;

Blond bombshell Marilyn’s plastic twin races. 

Against the clock to keep her youth, nips tucks —

Child’s facelift, brow lift microbladed must. 

Hearts and flower tattoos, she’s loved a few but, 

Never many, not one recalled past lust. 

Queen Bee, they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes. 

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Her long voluminous eyelash extensions sweep, 

Dyed hair weeps silver strands on botoxed cheeks. 

Today she thinks she’ll dye her hair as red, 

As the hair on princess Ariel’s head. 

Red, red with gown to rival ocean’s surf, 

Sea-green, topaz-mint silk fabric unearthed. 

Some taffeta so dress floats, one-strap to bare, 

More skin, her bodice diamond encrusted layers. 

Lenses to make her eyes seafoam green dots, 

Corset pulled tight, plastic chest pulled up-top. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes. 
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Ingenuine smile veneers and braces;

Blond bombshell Marilyn’s plastic twin races. 

Thought of need for actual dental design, 

Never entered mind, pristine teeth inclined. 

No thoughts of cost, credit cards, her wealth, 

All for looks, a beauty drowning herself. 

Procedures, weekly treatments, face, body; 

Hair coiffed, eyebrows plucked, tinted; applauded —

By those like her who in shallowness confound. 

In ankle deep depth succumb and all drown. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane game, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes. 

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Against the clock to keep her youth, nips tucks —

Child’s facelift, eyebrows high microbladed must.

Could one drown, sputter, choke on water just —
Because they’re steeped in procedures, a must?

Plastic to fill the cracks where natural beauty, 

Flourished; sweet, beautiful, but not enough, 

Now fakeness hides inner trauma, no trust. 

Grew up in the snake pit of Divas; ‘subtly — 

Enhanced,’ language unknown, tears burn eyes, flood —

Place she can’t be saved, where the cost is blood. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes

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Hearts and flower tattoos, she’s loved a few but, 

Never many, any one recalled past lust. 

Her love was herself, no one else mattered, 

Life reveals and such vanity shatters. 

Until she realizes the heart must be built, 

For the body ages becomes as ash, silt. 

She can fake youth or be classically

Lovely, elegant, forever dazzling.

Graceful aging,with minor repairs, 

Youth found in caring, she’ll not drown despaired. 

Queen Bee they said, she’s so unashamed —

Insane games, poor Queen drowns, now her breath wanes
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