Category: Confusion

Solitary Journey

Solitary Journey

Her dress, crimson, like the dying sun
sinking into the ocean
She clutches the rabbit statue
swiped from the credenza
as she wanders
up and down the hallway
It resonates with her
in a way only she knows how
A deep-rooted memory stirred
in an otherwise confused mind
Child-like in a woman’s body 
She smiles as she looks at it
from eyes otherwise vacant 
A simple, comical sight reminding
the onlooker of a fate that touches many
The tree of life slowly letting go
of its limbs and strength
The confused mind short-circuited
Leaving a jumble of mixed memories
sorted out of order


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Word Prompts

Crimson - RDP
Tree - Stream of Consciousness

Stress

Stress

Shell-shocked by recent events
another deep sigh leaves my body
relieving me of the heaviness carried
Sitting in luxurious silence
An unfamiliar but welcome stillness 
A freeing, stress-healing peace
If only for a short time

Frantic, heavily charged moments
unite us in anything but a good way
Fear and pain divides 
Anger replaces calm
Fingers point in wrong directions
Love, uplifting, symbolic
Squashed and choked to death



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Word Prompts

Stream of Consciousness- “igh” (sigh)
Word of the Day - Frantic
FOWC - Symbolic

Hopes and Fears

blurred sea waves in rush
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Hopes and Fears

Lost in the current
of my dreams
floating in between
hopes and fears
Drifting towards that haven
between anxiety and peace
Hoping to decipher
confusing messages
laid before me
Who waves the prickly pear
in my face?
A punishment for a  wrong
I unknowingly committed?
Who are these adversaries
in my sleep?
What have I done?
Wishing to shake off the
hands that claw at me
I struggle to wake


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Where Do We Go From Here?

Where Do We Go From Here?

Now the love has gone 
and open wounds will not heal
Wanting to move on
but paralyzed limbs
are planted in stone
 
Neither wanting to make a decision
Who will go first
to choose freedom?
Is that what it will be? Free from each other?
Did we try hard enough, if at all?
 
Too in love to let it go
and break the tie that binds
Who is fooling who?
The love is missing
What magnetic force is in play?
 
Is it time to rip off the Band Aid
we plastered on the cuts and bruises
from angry words weaponized?
Time to stop kissing better
those things that won’t ever?
 
I will mourn each day
Because he is gone
You are now living in his body
But you are not him
You are a shadow of who he once was
 
You look like him
But you are someone else
A person I don’t know
A stranger in my midst
who sees someone else
when he looks at me
 
Where do we go from here?

 
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Seeds of Doubt – A Quadrille

Seeds of Doubt

When did he stop listening
she wondered
Once, everyone forgets
Twice, he’s losing it!
Daily, so it seems
He’s not listening at all
 
The sudden realization
something is wrong
Seeds of doubt germinate 
Taking root, spreading
Faster than ink drying 
on a divorce decree
 
 
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Merril is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight.
She has prompted us with "Seed"

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

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Without Power

Without Power

Stars of night sky
casting light 
on my darkness
Rogue thoughts 
rush through
Unclear
Disorienting 
No longer adept 
in finding clarity
my mind encircled
by rings of luminescence
Trapped
in a vice-like squeeze
Where words
lose their form
and sound
falls into the
chasm of dissension



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Ring - Stream of Consciousness 
Rogue - Word of the Day
Luminescence - RDP
Adept - FOWC

Journey to the Unknown

Journey to the Unknown

Navigation to your mind
Ominous
Unknown
Daunting
A journey to the unknown
Where roads become
twisted veins
confusing and uncertain
Some carrying me onward
in a flowing sea of blood
pumping life to your brain
and others dragging me
down into a coagulated mire
Drowning in uncertainty
Traveling blindly
A wrong turn
dangerous
unforgiving



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Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting
Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

The Messenger

The Messenger

I am Mercury
but I cannot
convey
my feelings
to you
A communicator
talking to
a brick wall
I speak
and you hear
a foreign language
You are deaf
to my words
Oblivious
to my feelings
One more 
roll of your eyes
I cannot stand
When did you
stop listening?
When did you
stop remembering?
When did it
become okay
to disrespect me?
When did I become
such an irritant?
I am rendered
speechless
Frightened now
to use my words
fearing they
will be misconstrued
and weaponized
to fight against me
 
Don’t shoot the Messenger

 
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Grace is hosting Open Link Night
at D'Verse Poets

Unraveling

Unraveling

As I watch
my world unravel
before my eyes
I am paralyzed
unable to move
Incapable of stopping
what is already
in motion
 
How can one instant
change what is
chiseled in stone?
A look, once of love
now that of contempt
Foreign, alien
Tender words
explosive, weaponized
 
One person’s
prerogative
sabotaging
what was precious
Destroying happiness
and for what?
Sadistic pleasure
or masochism?
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing 

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

Word Prompts:

Foreigner - Word of the Day
Explosive - RDP
Prerogative - FOWC

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