Words echo through
Ear piercing silence as
Secrets hide under
Blankets of truth
Moments ignite, rise
Only to fall like wasted air
Dancing on deaf ears
Jabbing at hearts
For various reasons
Known and unknown
But we fill our stomachs
And cordially consume
All that is placed in front of us
Still craving for all that is not
Let’s throw our hearts in the ring
Because I am standing here at the
End of my pedestal
While you put your crocodile tears
All in one basket
Save some for a crazy day
Sprinkle them into the kool-aid
You so politely asked me to drink
As I choke down my last high horse
Let’s circle back
Nip this bad apple in a nutshell
Cold shoulders are pieces of cake
We can wear spices of life on our sleeves
Build more walls to write on
There are too many elephants
And not enough rooms
We are using, abusing and recycling cliche metaphors, idioms and corporate jargon over at dVerse. I interpreted Bjorn’s challenge of “cathachresis” a little differently and kept this simple and light.
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When the storm rolls in
We flee
Deserting places and people
We love
Wary of winded truths
That fill the sky
Knocking down layers
Of little white lies
When lightening strikes
We run
Eyes and ears covered
In disbelief
Forfeiting our dreams
In the overcast
Denial is our fortress
‘Til the rain has passed
The words are ringing in my ears today
Blinding my eyes with tears
Taking me down to that place
Where the back of my throat is all I can feel
Razor-sharp annunciation
Cryptic though in clarification
Boxing my brain again
Revealing my pain again
Time has no bearing on this burden
Riddles, reasons overlap seasons
Oblivious to wasted time
Moments lost, never to find
Hope dangles on a thread
Frayed and frazzled in my head
Precious moments terminate
As stubborn hearts still beat
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