Saturday Luck Dip Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie “Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.
Dance with me to music only I can hear hold me tight so I have no fear Dance with me by the sea shore wait and listen for the waves' roar
Dance with me on the cliff’s edge Staring down from the rocky ledge Dance with me in the silvery moonlight That I may look at you past the stroke of midnight
Dance with me and turnover your heart I am your muse We must never part Dance with me around this world It is now the time for wings to be unfurled
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?
This Christmas will be white But not with virgin snow The tree is bedecked with tinsel But it twinkles minus the glow The festivities a non-event The food just a necessity The only present to unwrap Was the gift of a penalty Without someone to love The holiday holds no appeal A person alone can be Regarded as a fifth wheel Composing yourself for The inevitable questions Answering with white lies Avoiding unwanted suggestions Eventually it will be over and be gone for another year Next time it might be different Perhaps I could disappear
I am living in denial An island in a sea of fear Immune from pain Where no one can hear the voices always in my head Sometimes wishing for a different feeling and one not of dread
Too frightened to face what I perceive as inevitable What we once had is now possibly irrevocable How I wish to go back to the state of happiness When you loved me and wrapped me in tenderness
For now I will remain Neither here nor there Persistent in this haven Out of the cruel glare Praying for an outcome That I can withstand To return to you or forever be in the hinterland
