Grey and grey and grey.
The Alps are gone and here is
dawn in Italy.
A man from Amsterdam is
sleeping in the lower bunk.
TOPIC -- intoxication
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Grey and grey and grey.
The Alps are gone and here is
dawn in Italy.
A man from Amsterdam is
sleeping in the lower bunk.
TOPIC -- intoxication
Skin pricks, buzzes with
this heady kaleidoscope.
Arms of lamplight dance.
Careening into bed as
the sleeping pill takes affect.
TOPIC: a locked door
Every mind is like
A locked door. Impervious.
Except for keyholes
That give a light upon the
Internal world of others.
Topic: mountaineering
Sorry, man, I know *nothing* about mountaineering. I tried, I can't even begin. Just heeping the thread to the top of the pile. Maybe someone else will notice? Den? Az? Ever climbed something resembling a mountain? :D
at 12 years old i had a very close encounter with the sheer face of yosemite falls when i decided to take a "short-cut" down - ended up on my hands and knees holding on to reddish-orange stakes in the rocks for dear life and too scared to crawl back up.
now as for the figurative mountains...
Oochie. But the figurative kind... good thinking. I guess I don't think of problems in terms of such imagery, but maybe I can brainstorm and come up with something.
Ascendency. Peaks.
We always want to climb high.
Progress. Growth. Success.
Until the summit we reach
Our pleasures still lie dormant.
Topic: Peace
bitter you are like froth
on the ocean but this deep
water will soon sooth you.
hate shaves away at your heart;
war is just a boomerang.
boats
estuarine love
of the sound of sails and masts
flapping in a wind
floating through the summer surf
and coming home once again
topic: sea views
We are stalworth oak,
lashed and tarred against the world,
cutting a blind path.
We are sinking, creaking and
bubbling to the bottom.
[edit: oopsie!] sea views...
Rumbling blue dips and
swells, blindly ominous, to
dash itself apart.
My eyes caught in the rage of
their roaring doppleganger.
Okay, it's all in order. :D TOPIC: Leather
Weathered leather's best.
Softly stroking satin skin
Touching tender hide
You pull me closer with eyes
That shine brightly through the dark
topic: laughter
Children laugh at the
Slightest thing. Repeatedly.
And we who can still
Remember laugh too. We know
What we lost, what we've become.
Topic: Loss of feeling
Why do your eyes dance
and glitter life in their pools...
I cringe at the sight.
It seems to me I knew once --
It escapes me now. Oh well.
(God sakes, I wrote like ten for this one, but they all seemed slightly off topic. Maybe I'll tweek all the extras a little and make one big poem for it's own thread.)
TOPIC: facing a wall
The sun beats down hard.
My heels are sea-swamped.
The beach drowns under
Ceaseless pressures of water.
The sea-wall falls over me.
Topic: Cities
You were once an oak,
Now you're an ant just like me,
amid all the rest.
Once two, we are nothing here;
Snowflakes melted in water.
TOPIC: the countryside