Fire ripped through the quiet night,
An explosion that seared trees and rocks and
Everything round for miles.
Then liquid fire lapped its slow way
Over the valley,
Easing its way down into the ocean.
In the midst of this turmoil,
A single fragment survived,
Stone stronger than stone,
The memory of the village that once lived.
Now birds and beasts make their home
In the fertile ground left behind in destruction’s wake.
Perhaps one day some ingenious, determined scientist will find
The memory of who we once were
In the ashes.
X post for the A-Z Challenge.
Once a week for a year, we said.
I for one have kept my promise.
Lingering over cooling tea, hand over my cup,
Shaking my head at the waitress.
A young couple laughs as they walk by, cheek to cheek.
I try not to take it personally. (I know it isn’t personal.)
I can’t help feeling like – I don’t know –
Like my heart has been carved out like the muffin I ate while waiting
It’s Wednesday. Where are you?
I check my watch one last time,
As somewhere a bell tolls noon,
I realize –
My watch is fast, an hour fast.
How did that happen?
I look up and see your smiling face.
I know that, now.
This is my W post for the A to Z challenge. Just a few more to go!
Gorgeous the way the buildings sit like
Many colored blocks atop the ridge outside
My new home, like curtains open to mountains beyond.
There’s a comforting noise and bustle to the place,
Children laughing and shouting as they play,
Playful breezes that linger a while to stay.
Sometimes in the chill of the morning sun,
I think how far I’ve come
From the horrors, the terrors of what came before.
Never thought I would get here-
Never thought I could stay here.
Now, I wonder if the air would taste as sweet,
As precious and priceless to me,
If not for the contrast of war.
Scraps of clothing left discarded on the floor of
An empty house.
The silence that follows after we tell you
A moment in time when the world seems to
Words you will never be able to
Plans you will never be able to
down into the future
Okay, this is extremely free verse poetry. =D But – not really. I had a poem I was going to post today for the A-Z Challenge, but I really don’t like it because it’s dark and depressing and cynical. Trust me. It’s bad.
Tomorrow, more poetry as promised.
Okay, one Annie knockoff (I already did Poe this month and also epic fantasy poetry so why not Annie?) Ahem.
The sun will be out today – cuz it’s a really beautiful day today,
More so than yesterday or tomorrow.
…Yeah, that’s all I’ve got.
Seriously, it’s really nice out today. I want to
Think deep thoughts. Think deep thoughts! But can’t! Too sunny and perfect room temperature outside! Tomorrow, though. There won’t be sun. =D
Tranquil waters lap at my ankles, as I stir with my feet, while
Red and gold of eternally setting and rising suns paint
Universes of incomparable loveliness in my mind.
Your hand quests for mine, quietly warm, seeking.
I lean closer, twine my fingers in yours, thinking of
Many waters coming together as one.
On the surface, all calm, unchanging, eternal,
On the surface.
I lean against your shoulder,
Close my eyes.
If only love could talk, it would reach deep beneath,
It would rumble and roar, I am sure.
I lean against you.
Grab the world by the edge and tear open a hole,
Like opening a book. Peel aside the world you think
You know, the world you think you see. Reveal
Another world, a darker and deeper one. Good.
Step through the frayed edges of stray imagination,
Fears and hopes dripping on barren earth. Nightmares
Watch from the corners of your dreams, the
Only escape from the world in a world you made, are
Making, will make. Come closer. Tiptoe farther.
Don’t turn around, don’t look back, when the
Dried parchment of your former life crackles
Bends and warps, retreating into itself, into
Unreality, the opposite of where you stand now,
Are now, will always be now. Here. In this place,
With us, with me, in your real home.