Wistman Posted September 9, 2020 #1 Share Posted September 9, 2020 (edited) I've not contributed much of my own verse here, I hope something can be sparked in our creative community. Mine's not so good, but it feels good to wring out the mental sponges and say the things that aren't so easy to otherwise say. I wrote this one today. Please feel free to contribute, style and length are entirely up to you. 9 9 2020, The News Foolishly I turned on the tv. September snow in Wyoming, California cremating. The graves of squirrels in ash can hardly dent enough to match antelope hoof prints in cool frosting spread like salve to blank the wounded, breaking minds cross-eyed, DOWed up, plague-numbed under dream sold consciousness, breath so slow and curious. Her hair as I recall was a long braid undone when bands were broken, so I should know that quick ascent is just fool’s gold, the stone thumb wouldn’t bend back, couldn’t let those fingers curl lonely, afraid into her tresses unleashed, the bland tumor of regret is braced to choke a wild breath even now out of my chest. Only scorching isn’t here - no snows with eccentric entrances, plump squirrels tumble through the grass I’ve mown and cat requires a stroke I should have given countless yesterdays ago to her, my fingers curl patient as the agile cat meows. ---TW Edited September 9, 2020 by The Wistman 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wistman Posted September 11, 2020 Author #2 Share Posted September 11, 2020 9 11 2020, Fragments Ringing in my ears now Never goes away Tinnitis of the era Opening the autumn mountains scrape the clear sky changing to a fall Noble trees stand wounded Eyelashes drop. Red the memories, fragments readying the paleness Gaps iced over Buck in a white field, leaping ---TW 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirnum Posted September 13, 2020 #3 Share Posted September 13, 2020 We certainly need some descriptions of these crazy times, good idea. I wrote this short one in Norwegian, hope the translation works.. Maybe the Poet Brage from Norse mythology would recognize this short verse as a description of Loki. The fight against dawn. On the beach stands a man yelling for the sun is so stubborn; he huts angry points to the west; "There the sun shall rise!" 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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