7 out of sync

my mind is a mosaic
of jumbled thoughts
and erratic emotions
disjointed and thrown about
mismatched and piece mealed

my body is a rag doll
warn out lifeless limbs
a numbness is setting in
at odds with my mind
a foreboding omen
telling me the luminous tunnel
may not be as far off
as i might like it to be

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i apologize...not really in the best frame of mind today...almost opted out of today's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>erratic, luminous, omen]...as it was, the words seemed to draw me in even farther into my funk..

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i mentioned this yesterday, but i'll mention it again....(maybe this funk is about more than today...)

i think i'm going to disappear for awhile...go into hiding...i made myself a nice little cozy happy place...will see if i can resist the pull of OSP's One Shoot Sunday and Form Monday or the pull of Three Word Wednesday (hmmm...  i might have to wait until after tomorrow's post to go into hiding...).  i have talked about doing something like this for awhile, but thus far it has all been talk...but a nice peaceful hiding spot sounds good...i'd tell you were it was, but then it wouldn't be a hiding place anymore....  
see you on the flip side...

6 devil's laugh

he laughs the bitter taste out past his lips
then turns the remnants over on his tongue
to savor them as if a robust wine
this dance will take but one or two small sips

he'll spin you 'til your last full breath is wrung
and soak up every morsel you possess
then turn your essence over on his tongue

he'll savor you as if a robust wine
and drink you in with every coy caress
misguiding you to think him quite devine

this dance will take but one or two small sips
he'll spin you 'til your last full breath is wrung
misguiding you to think him quite devine
he laughs your luscious taste in through is lips

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the above not-a-form form (i should probably come up with a name for it...and/or do some research to see if something like it actually already exists) is my third attempt at writing within this structure A1-B1-C1-A2 / B2-d-B1 / C1-d-C2 / A2-B2-C2-A1 (letters denote ending rhyme, capitals denote repeating lines, numbers assist in identifying where line will repeat--minor variations on repeating lines allowed as long as the final word remains intact) with each line having exactly 10 syllables.  i was toying with the idea of varying the placement of the repeating line within the middle two stanzas (B1-d-B2 / C2-d-C1), but for now i'll let it lie.  prior exploration includes "idefinitely delayed" and "music man." 


crazy me decided to make it a bit more fun this time...i decided to give iambic pentameter a go for this little ditty.


this construction is being linked into this week's OSP One Shot Wednesday.

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i think i'm going to disappear for awhile...go into hiding...i made myself a nice little cozy happy place...will see if i can resist the pull of OSP's One Shoot Sunday and Form Monday or the pull of Three Word Wednesday (hmmm...  i might have to wait until after tomorrow's post to go into hiding...).  i have talked about doing something like this for awhile, but thus far it has all been talk...but a nice peaceful hiding spot sounds good...i'd tell you were it was, but then it wouldn't be a hiding place anymore....  


see you on the flip side...

3 tear stained healing

I wish I had the words to heal this hurt--
to drive away the stinging pain you feel-
the world is stained with many tear-filled shirts;
so cry my darling cry--begin to heal.
where words do little more than just divert
allow my touch to soothe, so you might peel
this scab--unearth new skin--be whole again--
take back your world and wield your mighty pen.

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i admit i struggled today--not so much in working with the ottava rima form presented today at OSP's Form Monday, but in finding inspiration.  why you might ask.  it's probably better not to follow my logic...thought that will not stop me from offering it up.


after following the #ospchat yesterday lead by @iamEPanthony, who posed the question "what emotions inspire you to write the most,"  i got to thinking later on my drive home about form poetry.  i find more often than not, writing in form takes me outside of my emotions.  its rules and structure scintillate my left brain allowing me to push aside emotions and use reason and logic.  that doesn't mean i don't tug at my emotions when writing in form, but simply that it allows me to leave it behind.  whether that is a good thing or not, i cannot say.  and so, maybe because the thoughts of emotions were rolling round in my head...maybe because i felt the need to push them aside...maybe...i don't know...whatever it may have been inspiration was not swift or friendly.


so anyway, i know not from where this came or how it managed to weave itself--for surely it did just that.  i only know it came to be--however uncertain i might feel about its existence.

4 it's a long way down

she is at the precipice of her life

standing on the edge of the world

seeing no other way 

than the shadowy depths

of the water she gazes into

a portal ready to carry her away

far from pain and torment

there was no one to save her

no hand to reach out 

pull her back from the edge

no one notices her standing here

even as the sun begins to rise

even as the world wakes up

no one notices her 

feet skirting the ledge

thoughts drowning in the water

closing her eyes

she tears her gaze from the water

turns to feel the brightness of the world

longing to feel it envelope her

wrap her in its warmth

her patience runs dry

defeated and deflated

her eyes open

and with them her heart rises

a halo of light 

cascading around a building

across the water

a beacon drawing her

sending up bubbles of hope

she never knew were in her

everything she was feeling disappears

into the rays of light

what the building holds for her

she knows not

but somehow she knows

it holds the answers

and so she must go

without a second thought

she takes a step forward and

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                                              .

                                              .

                                              .

                                              .

                                              .

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Photo by Scott Wyden

was it wrong of me to end things like this?  i don't know...maybe...  especially with such a beautiful picture for inspiration...  but what can i say...


i always seem to find myself in unusual places when facing a photo prompt...  thanks to OSP One Shoot Sunday [interview with Scott Wyden] for their knack at finding such thought inspiring images and photographers.


okay, so i was just getting ready to decide on a title for the poem and the song "Ice Cream" by Sarah McLachlan that i barely noticed playing in the background goes and says..."it's a long way down."  it seemed so fitting...