Behind the Elevator #poetry #photography

hall

Beckoned to the mystery

something I might dread

there has to be something

behind the hallway of my head

my finger shudders, lingers

on THE button slowly now

once I press it “Open”

“Close” may not be allowed

my hand makes the decision

reason swirls with dismay

one thing I can tell you

I’ll never be the same

If I told you what I found there

you’d be in a tangle too

but I signed a special paper

you’ll wish in part you knew

the question now arises

where am I am I not

if you knew the answer

you’d stand to lose alot

Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”

 

 

Cat and Mouse #poetry #deadlines

kitty

 

leaving me one morsel

follow affection’s trail

perfect is the trap

“sir, you are no mere cat!”

*

turn from being shunned

closer now you come

sidle Cheshire smile

“sit with me awhile”

*

again, I take the bait

no exit no escape

in your claws another mouse

 so many in this house

***

sand  another wall

this house has endless seasons

a poem on the stairs

up stairs

This  “Cat” poem (prompted by Poet’s United) was written on the stairs on a scrap of cardboard while I was sanding and prepping something else that doesn’t want to stay attached to my house.

I am nearing completion (next Wednesday my deadline) of a year-long remodel.  I look forward to writing the stories cluttering in my head.

Sacrifice of Innocence #poetry #thehumancondition

little girl

Innocent eyes

gaping in reason’s hull

streaming evil’s lies

young blood curdles

to the screech of the gull

*

her eyes plead for mercy

reflect obsidian guise

down on her knees

cool, the predator circles

strong heart apprise

*

besieged, rise the call

shout the clarion horn

lamb led to slaughter

guileless  purity’s beauty

by deceit’s knife she’s shorn

 

The prompt this week at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Predator / Prey. An interesting challenge to be sure.

 

 

Never Satisfied #poetry #photography

sunshine curtains

they picked over my things

“no please don’t do that!”

they could not hear my voice

I was behind a curtain

everything had changed

I no longer had a say

frozen was time’s clock

I watched behind a curtain

you look different

mechanical are your ways

they’ve taken away your will

A tear behind the curtain

I turn toward a new home

“sorry for your loss”

 join me darling soon

there’s room beyond the curtain

*

giving freely

two pressed between other’s vice

taking  greedily

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Compromise. Sometimes its easier to give everything up then to compromise. Other times it’s all taken (as in situations with the elderly) and again there is little compromise.

Clouds #onewordprompt #poetry

breaking through clouds

my eyes radiate your blue

toes long to dance on white fluffiness

fingers spin imaginary cotton candy

 tease us as you form animal shapes

dancing on sky’s dance floor with ease

elusive are your sweet offerings

What do you think of when you behold clouds?

 

Today’s One word prompt at WordPress  is Clouds

Strengthened by Sorrow #poetry #art

sulk

sadness reign

she clung to covers

tear soaked rain

daily same

dark clouds pushed all hope away

sun always went down

*

long for love

little girls have fears

never clear

thunder claps

no where to hide from sorrow

storm so near

*

unbroken

words never spoken

standing tall

don’t look back

bright is tomorrow’s token

hope is queen

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United – “Resilience”

 

 

Photo: “The Sulker” Jacques Villon 1900

Painting from Paul Mellon collection – National Gallery

 

Jacques Villon  aka Gaston Émile Duchamp (born July 31, 1875 died June 9, 1963) was a French painter and printmaker who was involved in the Cubist movement; later he worked in realistic and abstract styles.

Villon was the brother of artists Suzanne Duchamp, Raymond Duchamp-Villon, and Marcel Duchamp. In 1894 he went to Paris to study law, but, once there, he became more interested in art, and he spent the next 12 years contributing illustrations and cartoons to newspapers. In 1903 Villon was one of the founders of the Salon d’Automne, an exhibiting association that was created as an alternative to the traditional Salon. He began to study painting in 1904.

 

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines
(sestet)  with no set rhyme scheme.
 It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
Little is known about this poetic style’s origins and history
but it is used by many modern poets today.