Her hair long and black as a raven’s wing Glorious, loose curls falling down her back She walked to forget his words that did sting Not realizing she had come off track
Stopping briefly, she put down her backpack and stood staring up at the vast blue sky
Realizing she knew the answer why He was insecure, she was beautiful But did he really have to make her cry? His actions had left her feeling vengeful
Frank Hubeny is hosted at D'Verse Poets tonight and has challenged ged us with a Dizain. The form is 10 lines with 10 syllables per line with a rhyme pattern of ababbccdcd This is my first attempt at this form
Her nature tempestuous Like a storm at sea Yet in calm waters speaking civilized words Carrying poison Delivered flawlessly Taking down her prey Wounding, but not slaying
With a prepared agility delivering a soothing touch to those she injured Offering words of comfort Unwittingly welcomed Any resistance Could invoke ire She was fragile like a bomb
Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix - A Cascade Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The structure is as follows: a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with our memories of markets. Mine is of Petticoat Lane in London where I used to go as a child. It was colorful and memorable
The view across the lake in the early morning Magnificent in its silence as the day was dawning Birds aroused and calling in a contest of sound Happy communicating while others dig the ground
Each day wondrous in its simple familiarity Traveling on the wheels of existence Rotating in its peculiarity Monotonous but necessary a cycle impossible to cheat The tread of time so ruthless that it tramples even kings under its feet
Such is life A difficult road to follow Beautiful yet tough sometimes a hard pill to swallow Moments captured and stored in the memory banks of existence Destined to be robbed by spendthrifts With little or no resistance
Like silk on my skin soft and seductive an exquisite sensation and so very destructive Stroking my shoulders with your nimble fingers feathery, light Letting the touch linger
I want to sing hallelujahs Take me to the church Drowning in erotica before you I do smirch Gloried in the commonplace made weird, I am at a loss for words to describe this, which I feared
A hedonistic existence of pleasures fulfilled regardless of its effect on lives to rebuild Looking for escape from blurred lines unable to distinguish or read the danger signs
