When Our Monuments Burn

Fire-dwarfed we all sit,

stand, wait,

drawing along timelines

scythe-eyed for news

or perhaps revelation

that this is all

just a dream, a joke.

 

Dust-tongued our words

dry up like sand

through an hour glass.

All gone and past

leaving only empty air.

A promise

cracked apart.

 

History pour out,

breaks the damn of grief

and dark-vowelled words,

replacing now with then

as what will be

already spread its roots

in the tear-culled.

dverselogo

 

 

 

As One #DVersepoets #TuesdayPoetics

There is a collective

misguided

assumption,

that we know the words.

Singing like rusted taps,

gargling and spluttering

our way to the chorus

where enthusiasm trumps

experience,

and pipes swell and burst

so all is noise

and furious revelry.

The wave of it crests

breaks,

washes us along

to the next line.

As real as the misting

of our breaths

as we sing.

The cold is not felt

in the thick of it.

dverselogo

Bloom #DVerse Poetry Forms – #Pantoum

When you arrived as the snowdrops melted,

pressed cherry blossom to my breast,

told me love is like a flower in bloom,

already closer to an end than the start.

 

Pressed cherry blossom to my breast,

found thorns that left their marks,

already closer to an end than the start

when sorrow grew from these seeds.

 

Found thorns that left their marks,

taught me how to cut out dead wood,

when sorrow grew from these seeds

pruning became vital to overall survival.

 

Taught me how to cut out dead wood,

told me love is like a flower in bloom,

pruning became vital to overall survival

when you arrived as the snowdrops melted.

dverselogo

Once Upon A Twist #DVerseQuadrille

One sip

to poison a prince,

his teeth sunk

into forbidden fruit,

while one-true-love stands

waiting,

patient,

the perfect good girl

all fairy-tales and smiles,

alone.

Drinks her own potion,

steps free

of skin

crafted from paperbound

volumes brittle with age.

Breathes.

Finally.

Screams.

dverselogo