Tag / art

by Carol J Forrester

Down To The Bones Of It #DVersePoets #Quadrille

Spent an evening smashing holes

in the walls you’d fixed,

and smoothed with filler.

Waited for the dawn to discover

the bones of this house

now naked of plaster.

Wondered if I looked as broken,

beneath.

If I would catch light

just as quickly.

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by Carol J Forrester

Playing With Polyptotons #DVersePoets

Slipping I slipped deeper

on every word you spoke,

caught up in the letters

like giants and their fingers

pinioned and pyloned

at the edges of my reason,

they made a fence

around my certainty.

Territorial of territory

you deemed dangerous

you became guard dog

reversed.

All teeth and snarl

when I made to leave.

Or maybe that was me

biting the hand

at my collar…

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by Carol J Forrester

Without Roots We Rot – #DVersePoets

You spend so much time

picking petals.

 

Pretending enough

will make a flower

of your own.

 

If you’d spent as long

studying the structure,

stem, stamen, stigma,

you might have seen.

 

Seeds.

 

Instead of stolen petals

you could have grown

a garden.

 

Not as easy maybe,

but more beautiful

than you know.

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Flowering Mindscape- J.Hurlbert

Tonight, the bartender at DVersePoets has thrown us some beautiful pieces of artwork to inspire poems. I highly recommend checking the rest of the piece out as they are all incredibly thought provoking.

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by Carol J Forrester

Questions I Still Have – #NaPoWriMo Day Nine

Was I a plaster

you slapped on

to cover the burns

left by your family?

Something temporary,

to hide the harm.

 

Was he water?

More than you’d seen

all in one place

and so inviting

you were willing

to drown.

 

Did you lose me

on purpose?

Or did the currents

just pull us apart?

 

Either way,

did you notice

that I was gone?

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by Carol J Forrester

Cascade #NaPoWriMo #DVersePoetics

You have to swim here.

Kick to keep afloat,

and scoop the water

into yourself,

with arms winged

either side

of a weightless body.

 

Dug out by the flow,

a pool deepened

by cascade.

A bridge

masked by track

and concrete.

This place

is thick green

almost jungle.

 

Clear

right to the sand,

easy to pretend

I know this place.

Too well

to be tricked.

Safety in confidence

I say.

 

Water washes all clear

away,

but to where,

and when,

will it come to shore

again?

 

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A prompt mash up tonight. Ending on a question for NaPoWriMo Day Two and ‘Cascade‘ for dVersePoetsPub poetics night.