And the word is...

[TheFifthElement]

Lovely poem firefangled

[balehead]

The word still is sleepless isn't it??

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Sleepless
A fearful eternity of haunting nightmares and images,
The covers tossed from the bed by a writhing and impractical body.
A candle burning brightly is blown out, and relighted. Blown out, and relighted.
Again and again, in a nervous continuum of threatening silence.
The drama plays itself out, and the suns first rays strike hot and burning,
Eyelids finally closing ...
Closing ....
Awake!

[Zeniyama]

Sleepless

I sit in my chair,
A glass of whiskey
Adorns my hand.

The fading glow
Of last nights embers
Scarcely concerns me:

The advancing sun
Gives more than enough
Light.

I read,
Quietly whispering to myself;
Tales
Of adventures:

Romances, lost
Beneath the waxing
Tides of time.

I feel that,
surely,
I must suffer
A similar fate:

My life,
too,
Must be enveloped
By time's cruel waves...

Advancing across the world
Like the sun's
Golden rays.

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Whenever I stay up too late, I always find myself becoming very ponderous about philosophicle matters. So, even though my poem doesn't have much to do with the fatigue of a sleepless night, it has alot to do with the contemplation that comes with one -- for me, of course.

This is, of course, not a very modern day poem, and I, of course, do not have any type of study.

[ampoule]

thank you balehead and Zeniyama. Very nice. I haven't been around for awhile so I missed these. Thank you.


NEW WORD.....APPARITION

[PrinceMyshkin]

In primary school they taught us addition
as if to hint that everything in life
would grow irrespective of attrition.

Later, when we learned of nuclear fission
we wondered what the point of all that erudition?
Wasn’t it better to focus on acquisition?

Or, taking heart from the Buddha,
conclude that much of life
is merely apparition?

[ampoule]

May I bring this back? It's been awhile and some of us had fun with it. Hope you will too.

Perhaps this has already been done, but I was wondering if any of you would like to write a poem about the same word. I don't really consider this a game, but rather, a way for us to 'see' each other.

So, if it is okay to proceed, I will choose the first word. Lucky me. Tomorrow, being a special holiday for the U.S.A., I have chosen the word Independence, not necessarily for the red white and blue, but for you.

I am working on mine but PLEASE post yours as soon as you have it!

SPECIAL NOTE TO LATECOMERS: If you come late to the party and you see a word that we have already done, but you would still like to use that word for your poem, go ahead but let us know which word. Thank you.

The new word is 'dilute'.

[YesNo]

Diluted and maybe refuted,
What’s left? A mathematical guess.
Is it here or lost there? It could be anywhere.
Though it works the wave feels like a mess.

[cacian]

dilute
a thought
that leads
you goad
let it go
float
what remains may word
a new thought
to gloat.

[ampoule]

He was heavy in his life,
Like sludge he oozed into his days,
So concentrated, sometimes barely moving,
Then she came and stirred him with her lightness,
Thinned him with her laughter,
Reduced him to streams of consciousness
Never before allowed,
This delightful solution for his dilution,
Lightheaded as she swirled him around
Her finger, dipped in his now water-colored life.


ampoule, August TwentyFirst, TwoThousandFourteen

[ampoule]

Thank you YesNo and cacian. Anyone else? Or give us a new word.

[cacian]

a new word?
how about:


habitual.

[YesNo]

Habitually I take a breath
And then another one.
I take one more and let it be
With wonder overcoming me
Until that breath is done.

[free]

Nothing is habitual any more
After meeting the one I adore
His kisses, like a ritual
Drive me out of the habitual

[Pendragon]

Can something be habitual
And still not be a habit?
Something that you always do
And are just not aware of it.
Like moving your lips while reading a book
The expression you get with a good hand of cards
The little twitches and motions you go through
A million times a day. It's hard
To call them both habitual and habit...

[cacian]

nice pieces

next word: breaking up