I’ve dabbled in darkness
the match, centimeters
from singeing
my fingers, my soul
A symphony of sirens
felt like a lullaby
why?
you’d have to look deeper
I’d have to share more
than embers greyed, tired
I’d have to breathe life
into the fire
Written for d’verse Poets Pub. De is our host for this week’s Quadrille prompt. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. De has chosen the word ” fire” which must be incorporated into the poem.
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It’s hard to write as
I crawl between your fingers wagging
Aging my way to judgement day
Repentance reeking of self righteousness
Heavy scents of sincerity
You keep sending me notes and epiphanies
Squeezing through doors already sealed
Making your points ethereal
My nemesis, always the witty one
Wagering with my very soul
You are dust, still stirring
From my careless catastrophes
I do confess, I need you less
But please….stay close enough
To haunt me gently
Written for dVerse – “Meeting the Bar with a Letter”. Bjorn is our host.
Even clarity is a journey
There are no seconds sweet enough
To freeze for future use
You desperately hold on
To every crystal clear moment
Before watching them free fall
Like droplets reflecting your soul
Destined to the mulch
Of victories and blunders
Enriching your past
To the roots you stand on
This ground you dance on
So decorated
With all that you are
The past can resurface
Creep into your disbelieving mind
Because now you see it differently
The validity of discontent
How much you truly suffered
And how far you have come
Now you see
The pain as a separate entity
An unwelcome foe from long ago
Knocking on your mind
Rattling your fortress of serenity
Trying to find a way in
The past can return
Play with your peace of mind
Because it never really goes away
It is yours to subdue and restrain
Yours to push back into the darkness
Far from your precious light
Now you see
Under the light that you have kindled
With broken sticks and broken dreams
How easily walls can fall down
Leaving you vulnerable once more
Exposing your scars
The past can sweep you away
Determined to turn you to dust
Shoving you back in the pile
Of degraded debris and dismay
Now you see
How easy it was to crumble
Because words alone can crush you to pieces
And it’s hard to get up
When you are a tiny particle
Of the past
mishunderstood 