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this is poetry tracking meaning one posts a poem and the next posts a another one in RESPONSE to it and so on and so forth.
like a chain poetry if you like with the aim to link up one poem to the next :)
example:
if a poem is about the weather the next could be about clothes to go with a type of weather.
here is the first one to kick off :)
beauty
has
seasons
life
its
real reason
paint it
black and white
and it is
rearing to try
bright
colours are its
height
Rainbow
And answers from poached lips resound
to douse faint truths in seamless ink
why faith is sought by pride
while pride reduces faith
to tatters of one color;
My faith is in a race,
many hues that make my past,
it is won, not by those who run,
not by those who come first or last,
but by beauty and bountiful breeds.
Door County's entertained by spring.
The cherry blossoms sprinkle white
Against the bark, a shining black,
Beneath the sun's immense spotlight.
There's grass below the orchards' trees
That calms the black and white with green
Beneath a sky that's peaceful, blue,
Much like the bay today when seen.
American Idolatry
I know a tree of idols
that grows way far out west
I pick its fruit of lush polemics
I try to sing, "la la",
But triumvirates trump humble meanings
Empty notes are hard to swallow
Posed as Gods, the perch of frauds
alas they're the ones who won.
My cell phone's dead. My notebook's missing.
My brain is on the blink.
I wonder if I even can
Forgo the need to think.
The forest floor has trillium.
The leaves of beech trees race
To block the sun. A canopy
Will shade this sunny place.
Two couples want a photograph
With trillium and trees.
They're far to old to round the path
That I still do with ease.
To round the path you need a Quert,
A Quert of wondrous toes.
It walks the path towards a place
as yet no human knows.
And when the path returns, it's round
and turns back on itself.
I haven't seen a Quert for years...
though I have seen an Elf.
elf
of maturity else
no such a thing
exists in this earth
in books they may
faith
but in life they may nay
Though elves and fairies may not be,
The world is wilder than it seems
And tamer, too. Slow down and see
The wonders of a world that dreams.
fairies in
dreams they
may airy
but then
at the flinch
of an eye
awake see them away
to a land far
far and astray
where
their array may
carry
Rapunzel Ruminates
A nifty batch of keratin
grown on genetic turf
hirsute woes do hide her mirth
like rife follicles on feathered backs
I yell to her my name, my claim,
the reason why I came,
She casts her coat to sever
the yoke that totes her freedom,
Alas the rope is taught to choke,
her throat and leaves her bleeding
slowly...excruciatingly...to death.
Perms are potent killers.
tread
carefully
to a freedom
gracefully
nothing else
hopefully
will mislead
you
willfully
I liked that, Cacian.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
Staying on the path
Never looking left, right, or
Especially, back
Calidore thank you. I enjoyed your piece too :)
coming back and
staying put
never losing touch again
strength is a power den
within it
simply zen
when you know
how to play reign
Prior to the Pit
Adol09
Peace was still ephemeral in Scotland's balmy more
Tempered draughts of adrenaline lapped my mind's languor
When pale wroth saw scarlet trees birds were scared to land
Brazen roots have singular wills undeterred by sand
I sat to ponder at the peak of doubt, the crest is most unsettling
My gripe is with unwholesome clout, its grip is oh so nettling.