1 Batch #8

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

Wow!  It has been almost a year since I did my last Pom Seed update.  I suppose my (partial) hiatus from all things (online) social put a small dapper on things.  There really has not been too much to add.  In finding my way back into the blogging world, I have found use of several pom seeds over the past month.  I have also managed to add a few tweetoetries lastly. 

Just a quick refresher on what a pom seed is:  little tidbits of inspiration that come about yet have not grown and developed into something more--what that more might be, well that's the fun of it.  For more on pom seeds, you can check out the Pom Seeds page which goes into a bit of detail about how these came about and check out some of the pom seeds that have yet to burst.

While originally my batches only presented the new and 'leftover' pom seeds, it has grown into including tweetoetry and ramblings.  As for the ramblings....sometimes they have the potential to be a pom seed and some a tweetoetry; ususually at the time I jot them down they don't feel like much of either.  Unfortunately, this ends up making my batches quite long.  To cut down on this, old ramblings and leftover pom seeds will be listed if they grew into a tasty treat; the rest will be delegated to the Pom Seeds page.  As always, tweetoetry is only new.

Anyway...here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #8

• I want to cry like a waterfall; I want to cry like the clouds in a thunder storm
• wake me from this nightmare; breathe life back into my bruised and battered soul; I am lost and fading fast
• whose to say what will rise from the ashes; the mystical wings of the phoenix; the untapped beauty of Cinder-Soot (this one sprouted wings in From the Ashes)
• your piercing gaze; disturbs my equilibrium; I teeter between who I wish you to see; and who I am beneath the surface (this one found balance in Beneath the Veil)
• the world melts away; whenever my eyes meet yours; I am swept along; lost in a sea of regret; floating endlessly (this one found shore in Adrift in Regret)
• social endeavors; breed paranoid delusions; in whispers and taunts; unheard words that brush the neck (this one found itself lost in questions with Irrational Illusions)
• I've taken time to breathe; stilled my tapping fingers; capped my quill's inkwell; only to find myself suffocating (this one sprouted into Drowning in Words)
• still; I hold each breath; as tears perch; on my eyelids

Ramblings (bold = new; italics = became a poem)

• uncertainty troubles the mind 
• I need to get out of my head ~ stop festering on those things out of my control 
• he walks backwards / along a fine line with ease / not batting an eye / through his omission
• ~ I'm tired ~ tired of smiling ~ it takes too much energy ~ wears on me ~ eroding me from the inside out ~
• sleep evades my tired body ~ dancing before my eyelids ~ taunting my restless mind ~ I so long to just...
• senses flare ~ with every breath we share (this one sprouted into a Framed Couplet called Falling Deep)
• weep with me until every last tear is wrung from your dehydrated body (this along with the three that follow stitched themselves together in Longing for Someone)
• walk with me until the soles of your feet are stripped raw to the bone
• wail with me until your lungs can no longer bear the fire searing their walls
• Am I the only one who finds the silence deafening?
• I'm not sure this 'quiet' suits me.  My voice is having a hard time finding its footing--the words keep slipping away unable to take hold.
• I'm trying to find my way back.  I can't keep hugging this tree hoping someone will find me.  (this one--or at least part of it--grew into a quadrilew in Forest Fears)
• I need to get out of my own head!
• lock the door to your heart ~ I have a tendency to escape (this one unlocked itself in Your Open Heart)
• I just had a conversation with myself ~ the men with straightjackets must be salivating at the mouth (this one and the next two worked themselves together into When They Come)
• when they come to take me away ~ will the padded cell be firm enough ~ to protect my mind from bombarding thoughts
• when they come to take me away ~ will the straightjacket be strong enough ~ to protect me from my mind

Leftovers

• my mom use to say; we're never lost; we're just misplaced (this one navigated itself into Direction Impaired)
• what will become of me; when I squeeze; the last bit of ink; out of my veins (this one spilled forth into Bleeding Black)
• I'm not a shot of coffee; there when you need a pick me up; I'm not a 24 hour convenience store; open to satisfy your midnight cravings (this one frothed up in Booty Call--Outgoing Message)

  

Tweetoetry

#84

~Laugh or Cry

so horribly wrong
I cannot help but laugh
at the absurdity
for fear I might cry


#85 (haiku)
~Dreams

whispering winds creep
along weeping willow trees
stirring wonderous dreams


#86 (haiku-ish)
~Will

"as you wish" echoes
stitching up a wounded heart
proving true love lives

#87
~ identity = zero ~

add me to the equation
and nothing changes
like a mirror
I reflect
what you expect to see
I'm worth nothing
zip
zilch
nada


#88 (haiku)
~Gossip

cool passing winds spark
whispers amongst the leaves--
gossip burns her ears

  

#89
~To Grow and Expand

as we grow each day
spaces between
me

  

  

&

  

you
need to be filled
for love to expand


#90 (haiku)
~Graceful Wishes

dandelion seeds
dance along gentle breezes--
wistful adagio


#91 (haiku)
~Lunar

I go through phases
a loon-er cycle of sorts
offset by the moon


#92
~Awaken Me

will you sing to me

in tongues
only my heart
will understand?


#93 (septolet)
~Flow Once More

I miss
the words
that once tickled
every sense.

fingers itch
to rediscover
them.


#94 (haiku)
~Departure

there's a storm brewing
thunder rumbles annoyance
at lightenings leaving


#95
~Snap Shot~

his focus has shifted
making me blurry eyed in the background
as he imprints her image across his heart


#96
~Fare Thee Well

wake me
when the hour for goodbyes
has passed
so I might let go of you
in my own time


#97 (tanka)
~ Glass Box ~

always on display
forces cautionary tales
meand to hid what's real
flash photography reflects
the images painted on glass


#98 (senryu)
~Small Please

did she take one look
and hear large when I ordered
listening with her eyes


#99
~Crunchy

creepy critters crawl crazily
'cross cresting creeks
craving cranberry crepes


#100
~ bitc[beach x]

Really!?!
Did you know it's summer,
a weekend and sunny?
Traveling south is a beach!


#101 (tanka)
~Let It Pour

feel thunder rumble
frustrated with unshed tears
mirroring my mind
darkened thoughts rally against
raindrops frozen in tear ducts


#102 (septolet)
~Quench Me

your taste
lingers still
awakening
a biting thirst

inflamed lips
crave
your quenching kiss


#103 (tanka)
~Waves of Love

sunlight fades on us
as the sun kisses the sea
while lavish waves crest
our desire becomes unhinged
surging beneath the moon's glow


#104 (septolet)
~Warm Me

you slip
beneath the covers
of my heart

your warm
embrace
melting
my resolve


#105
~Iced Coffee

a headach brews
alongside caffeine
blood streams - screams
awaiting the elixir
to ice
eye-shattering pain
pouring over synapses

0 Batch #6

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

it has been over three months since i last put together a batch of pom seeds.  according to my twitter stream, the last batch left off 107 days ago.  i have found that while the occassional pom seed pops up more tweetoetry seems to be emerging from this social media.  every once in awhile a #ramblings (or what i now deem #random) finds its way into the mix.  i still haven't quite put my finger on what makes a ramblings different from a pom seed, but for now i'll keep them seperate.

for sanity sake, i intend to break these 106 past days into two batches.  so here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #6

• I'm tired of living these lies / it's time to rip away my mask / to see beneath my sad disguise [potential octain in the making]  (unmasked itself in reverse order in an octain, beneath the lies)
• 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 (unfolded itself into an Ottava Rima, tear stained healing)
• 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 (evolved into a sweet tasting poem, devil's laugh)
• she snuck in / under cover of night / shaking my world / like a spray can  (inspired by OSP this unraveled in a poem called Graffiti'd:  One Night Impression)
• I walk in a world not my own / but of my own making
• what will become of me / when I squeeze / the last bit of ink / out of my veins
• my heart quakes / earth-shattering tremors / only I can feel / course through me / I search for safety / the open embrace / of...

Ramblings (bold = new)

• silence can be just as profound as the perfectly spoken words (oddly enough the essense of this ramblings found its way into a recent attempt at writing a Ghazal, With Words)
• I just had a converstaion with myself ~ the men with straightjackets must be salivating at the mouth
• do I write the poem ~ or does the poem write me?
• i need a happy though ~ my lips long to feel the contours of a smile
• the taste of silence was never so sweet ~how many different ways can the above line be twisted?~ (i found two ways...which lead to three poems; Kiss Me Senseless, Sweet Kiss, and The Sweet Taste of Silence)
• why do I open myself up to a world that does not know me, yet knows me better than those who do
• my feet despise being confined ~ when the sun shines high in the sky
• can you see the lie behind my smile?  can you hear the pain hiding in my laugh?  (i'm not sure if this was meant to be a ramblings or a pom seed for i did not mark it appropriately and while i think i might have intended it to be a pom seed i have decided to place it amongst my ramblings)
• when they come to take me away ~ will the padded cell be firm enough ~ to protect my mind from bombarding thoughts
• when they come to take me away ~ will the straightjacket be strong enough ~ to protect me from my mind
• I taste a little bit of sunshine on your lips ~ a whole lot of tomorrows in your kiss
• fickle tears ~ they pour when sad ~ they pour when happy ~ they thunder when hurt ~ you'd think they'd pick an emotion and stick with it
• is it wrong that thinking about being happy makes me sad?
• I wish I had the words ~ to heal this wound ~ but they seem to elude ~ still I try ~ pouring out word after word ~ hoping I'll find the perfect mix (i feel like this could potentially stand on its own as a poem or act as a pom seed...)
• pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still linger)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be
• you put me on a shelf and stare at me/ hold me on a pedestal as though I were a queen (I hear this like a song with a biting sound.)  (this finally founds its voice in conjunction with the lines below to form a song called Shine.)
• but you don't listen to a word I say/ nor see the tears that stain my face (continuation of "you put me on a shelf...")  (this finally founds its voice in conjunction with the lines below to form a song called Shine.)  

Tweetoetry

#35, 36, 27
~paint me a picture~

touch me with your brush stroke
harsh and loud
smooth and soft
splash me with luscious color
dark and intense
bold and beautiful
transport me with your passion
stained canvas
outside of myself
into a wistful dream


#38 (tanka)
~three little words

words I long to hear
refuse to form on the tongue
a mere I love you
the words should come easily
when I spead about myself


#39 (senryu - ish)
~MO

he speaks forcefully
unaware he's showcasing
his stupidity


#40 (tanka)
~Reflection

he pontificates
pointing out others' failings
where is his mirror?
does he see their shortcomings
reflect on his leadership?


#41
~broken record

I'm a broken record
when will You adjust the needle
so I may finally belt out my true anthem


#42 (tanka)
~uncovering love

I want to love me
why is that so hard to do?
please just show me how
i so long to uncover
beauty buried deep within


#43 (#ospchat on how emotion impacts writing)
~Poison or Drug

two emotions fuel me ~ depression
that threatens to consume ~ longing
for anything but
writing's a letting of poison
or drug to forget


#44
~Masterpiece

I found him there
having poured all of himself
into his masterpiece
his skeleton fingers
still held the tool
used to steal his life


#45 (septolet)
~weeping stars

her eyes
open
to starlit skies

crystalized tears
weeping
their last rays
of light


#46 (septolet)
~Curiosity

curiosity
he said
he wished
to sate

and I
was his seven
course meal


#47
~The Question

silently I sit
watching the stream
pass me by
as does my life
words ebb and flow
endlessly cascading
while I ponder
to tweet or not to tweet


#48 (septolet)
~dandelion dreams

dreams
are like dandelion
wishes

where the wind
takes hold
so you
might soar


#49, 50
~beautiful love

occasionally
there's a moment
a split second
where I think
"I'm beautiful"
no
not think
rather I believe
in that fleeting moment
that split second
I know
how love feels


#51
~constant stream

shh
stop your obsessive tweeting
I'm sleeping

gee
now I'm wide awake
for heaven's sake


#52
~set me free

uncage me of love
give me wings so I might soar
just unlatch the gate
let me go so I might find
with you is where I belong


#53
~internal earthquake

standing in the doorway
waiting for my world to stop shaking
is how I live my life
a hell of my own making
intent on burying me alive


#54
~beneath the mask

removing my mask
is like breaking the surface
and finally breathing


#55 (inspired after watching an episode of The Glades)
~Purgatory and Hell

an orange jumpsuit
is my purgatory
for believing you loved me

for stealing my heart
your punishment is burning in hell
six feet under

0 Batch #5

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

as before, there is really not much to report on the pom seed front.  i have two that fermented immediately into frothy delights.  the other two are linked together as potential lyrics (be grateful twitter doesn't allow for you input via microphone instead of keyboard). mostly i have been sending out tweetoetry--though i have one rambling to add to the mix.

anyway...while there are very few new additions, some of those from previous batches (today's leftovers) have matured into tasteful little bits.

so here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #5

• please help! my love has gone astray; he promised me here he would stay; so hurry I did, straight away; without delay, without delay (erupted into kiss anew)
• you put me on a shelf and stare at me/ hold me on a pedestal as though I were a queen (I hear this like a song with a biting sound.)
• I watch the ripples on the surface/ as I sink into nonexistence (erupted into plunge into nonexistence)
• but you don't listen to a word I say/ nor see the tears that stain my face (continuation of "you put me on a shelf...")

Ramblings (bold = new)

• pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still lingers)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• we were never friends; not really; how could we be; when all we did; was dance around each other (blossomed in never really friends)
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I woke this evening to a dream; and found myself the real me (i tried to expand this one, but i don't think it has fermented as much as it needs to) (finally matured into As Only I Could Dream)
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be

Tweetoetry

#17 (tanka-ish)
~taste of revenge

can you taste
the tart flavor of my words
do they bite
my words strike your twisted soul
intent on paying you back


#18
~shimmering beneath

I caught a glimpse
beneath
as her mask slipped
why
does she hide
such shimmering beauty?


#19
~little girl

she steals my heart
with that devilish smile
backing away
beckoning me
to chase her


#20 (septolet; a 3WW post)
~ripe for the tasting

breezy kisses
tickle
her neck

she's ripe
for the picking
like a mellow
fruit


#21
~write me a poem~

touch me
soothe me
consume me
I want to taste your words
on my lips
bitter-sweet
meant just for me


#22
~play me a song~

strum me a beat
hard and fast
a riotous sound
meant to soothe my soul
pluck each chord
on my taunt nerves
unravel me


#23 (septolet)
~whispering taste

your whispering
touch
awakens me

I melt
into the delicious flavor
of your kiss


#24
~dance with me

words dance across my tongue
drawing you in
with the slow seductive curve of my lips
as they sway* to the rhythm of my heart

(*altered original word of dance to avoid excess)


#25 (septolet)
~tear ducts

dry eyes
burn
with unshed tears

revolting tears
stage a coup
against
raging emotions


#26
~no longer

lost
in a world
I did no ask for
how do I find my way back
back into nonexistence
where I can be free
to at last
live


#27 (haiku)
~blossoming

shades of white--pink hues
spring buds on long dormant limbs
opening my soul


#28 (haiku)
~raining petals

pink teardrops descend
pooling beneath weeping trees
nourishing new life


#29 (tanka)
~apart

I wish that I knew
how to be on the inside
a part of the world
I'm always on the outskirts
a hell of my own making


#30(senryu)
~on the inside

her beauty faded
--as too often is the case--
when her looks began to shine


#31
~filled to the brim

I write
to save my soul
for where words
might otherwise drown me
I break through the leves
so they may pour free


#32 (inspired by OSP Friday Poetically)
~the sound of touch

silence
absolute utter silence
falls on deaf ears
but as bare toes curl
into loose earth
a midnight serenade
bursts to life


#33 (septolet; inspired by 3WW)
~social jitters

graced
with social phobia
jitters spread

sanity
walks a thin line
around
my soul


#34
~soul to bare

I strip myself bare
waiting for the sweet tender touch
of peace
to awaken me

1 tantalizing whispers

your sweet
succulent whispers
tickle
my ear

tantalizing words
caress deep within
seducing me

1 taste of love

honey sweet kisses
drive
me crazy

your lips
are the only
aphrodisiac
i need

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i still have some issues with the concept of 'create a picture'...the idea of it needing to be visual continues to plague me...but how do you ignore the other senses?  (see earlier post, "Creates a Picture?")  so this septolet explores picture creation though taste.  


today is day 12 and i'm still managing at least a poem a day...i hit a bit of wall a couple of days ago (see, "poeming update"), but i've come out the other side...


for inspiration i stole Poetic Asides' first (Two-Tuesday) prompt, "write a form poem."

11 ripe for the tasting

breezy kisses
tickle
her neck

she's ripe
for the picking
like a mellow
fruit

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i decided to once again open myself up to a new form of poetry.  on Monday i went with a mirrored refrain; today i decided to try my hand at a septolet.  Seven lines (check), separated into two related parts (check), fourteen words (check), construct a picture/image (i think i tickled the senses of touch and taste more so than sight...so...check).  there does not seem to be any specifications on the break up of the lines, though most were three and four (or vise versa...four and three), their seemed to be no set rule about the number of words per line (though one, two, three seemed to be the combinations).  so i suppose the above poem fits the criteria.


inspiration for this poem came from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>breeze(-e+y), mellow, tickle].  as i rolled the words around in my mouth like a mellow wine over the course of the day, i found myself with little bursts of thoughts and no computer to type with.  so i pulled out my phone and tweeted it, easy breezy.  this would count as #tweetoetry number 20 (@rmpWritings).  a septolet is a much easier fit to the 140 limit than a tanka.