My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Friday, December 7, 2012

1 Can I Have This Dance?: Missing Lyrics

Title:  What Makes You Beautiful
Artist:  One Direction
Album:  Up All Night
Genre:  Pop

Missing Lyrics
I'm still waiting
'cause while I hear you
loud and clear
bop my head to music
tap my toe to the rhythm
hum along to your lyrics
the answer never comes.
The ground may not hold
the answers, but it easier
then seeing that word
shine in your eyes when
you look at me.
That look hurts--knowing
I don't see what you see
and so I wait listening
but you never really say,
what makes me beautiful.

Notes:  I'm cutting it close; Friday is almost at an end.  I kind of threw this one together.  I suppose it has potential, but...

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

11 Top of the List

we wait for death
scythe in hand
the fluid drips
             d r i p s
    d r i p s
sustaining you here
as life slowly drains from your body

will the harvest come soon enough?

we wait for death
for him to finally come
to reap another's soul
your battle for life comes at a cost

we wait for death
if he'll bring you life
or claim your last breath

An Aside:  when I first looked at Three Word Wednesday's selection of words [3WW=>battle, fluid, harvest], I thought about how I might use fluid in terms of "state of mind" as apposed to an actual substance. But there was something about the word harvest that drew me in.  At first I thought I might go a bit twisted, especially after my previous post involving a serial killer.  But there are several members of my family who have received kidney transplants (from live donors) over the past 17-ish years.  In a way they were lucky, no one had to die for them to live - that is obviously not always the case.  And so I deviated slightly from my original twisted thought.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

5 Last Call: Blood Red

An Aside: I know...I know...I really should save my asides for the end, but... This little number never made its way here to ...dodta.... It was inspired way back in November of last year by a Poetics prompt over at dVerse~Poets Pub, called Playing with Color. For some reason, I posted it on an alternative blog (that for some weird reason I maintain) and therefore never actually shared it for the inspiring prompt. So I thought I'd share it tonight. 

Blood Red
when asked why he does it
the serial killer replied
“I like the color blue.”
he looked down at his arm
traced his finger along a vein
“I try and I try,
but it never runs blue.”

This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

4 Time Capsule: --For the Children

Title:  --For the Children
Date:  12/01/1995
Setting:  Sophomore year of college
Form:  Free Verse
Innocent children
brought up in a world
of robberies and muggings,
of dealers and drugs,
of murder and death.
They have no choice.
To them this is nature
Defective in nurture.
They do everything
in their power
just to survive.
Their pain is incomprehensible
All the suffering
Swelling up inside them.
They can’t help
what they shall become,
But we can.
Artifact I:  Original poem.