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
Walking through life knowing deep in my soul where I was meant to be Thoughts and actions not those of the pack I could clearly see
I did not understand the path for my journey Instinctively, I would arrive It was as if I were acting in a play, and the final scene I would contrive
Heights of happiness Depths of depression Wondering what I’d become Confused by the wait Never giving up hope Knowing what would come
At times despairing Thinking I might be wrong Just another lost soul With age comes serenity and needed patience Waiting for the perfect role
See it and believe it Visualize it, breathe it Imagine it and it will be mine Have I lived this life before? Knowing fulfillment or did I just see the sign?
Today’s prompt is based in a poem by Larry Levis called “The Two Trees.” It is a poem that seems to meander, full of little digressions, odd bits of information, but fundamentally, it is a poem that takes time. I’d like to challenge you to write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time.
In this jungle where love hides deep camouflaged from scrutiny and preferring to sleep Harmony is rationed for all but a lucky few Kill or be killed in a game for only two
Beware the predators Stalking their prey Like lambs to the slaughter and so easy to sway Sliding down a slippery slope Know that in the end There is always hope
