World
Oh such
Beautiful
Wonder, so much
To see and to do.
Wish you were here with me.
The food, the music, the shows.
The people, their stories…oh Sis
I know what I’ll find is at home.
Pardon me now – off to London and Rome.
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Tennyson
Tennyson Swan
Tenacious traveler
Escaping, exploring
Near, far, away from home
No one close, friendly to all
Yearning for the known unknown.
Searching, sailing, smiling, sad
Obstacles to be moved for sanity’s sake
Now swim, swan, swim.
Kai Addison
Kai Addison Takei
Keeping secrets to stay strong
Active, focused all day long
Imagination – the double-edged sword
Afraid, angry, annoyed
Determined to keep whole held
Destined, dancing around the void.
Instinct, intuition, intrusion, indecision
Sometimes gets the best of her
Only now she will emerge, remain the victor
Now detoured.
Oneiric Sleep
Over and over in the
Night turning
Every moment
Inner silence burning
Right through reason
Intellect, logic
Collections of
Silver spun
Lint dance in the mind’s
Eye
Every evening
Pantomime lullaby
Murdering Mural
Meaning
Under
Random
Designs
Escaped
Recognition
Infuriating
Normalcy
Games
Minute
Undercover
Razors
Always
Left
Some impression
Kilter
He always seemed to be off kilter,
The one they called the jilter.
She was the one who pieced him back
Sort of a mental quilter.
She was the one who knew all about the tilter
Given the time she spent acting as his filter.
Yet the maladies would someday attack
Whether or not she drank the philter.
Juggling
Just having a ball,
Nothing new, nothing at all.
No, won’t break a window or aim for a car.
No, my mind isn’t that far gone.
Just having a ball,
Nothing old, nothing new.
No, I don’t need something to do.
Leave me be with these oranges three.
Just having a ball
Keeping one in the air.
Another here, the other…
Somewhere, oh why bother?
Just having a ball
No need to shout.
I’d rather stay in
I don’t care if you go out.
Just having a ball
Go ahead and fume
When you leave the room
I don’t care at all.
Just…where did it go?
No, no, not so fast – please talk slow
They were marbles, you say? I didn’t know.
Well, they’re lost now….oh.
Havoc
Hell may have its many layers
And Houdini his many tricks
Virtually, every courageous artist and
Outrageous liar knows when they’ve been licked.
Connected like a red-white string, the truth and lies – the gray of reality.
Whether it was a cursed artifact or some supernatural thing.
Rotting away, some dead writer’s soul
Imagination was the key
To making what was once private and flat
Inventive prose on paper becoming rock-solid fact
Neverland emerged as did the road to Oz
Given the fantastical reality birthing, gives the writer cause.
Somewhere the story spinning
Lines that
Obliterate the once-fifth wall
Wanderers now in our world
Like a life-size adventure chosen
Yet still the fiction’s woven.
Imaginary friends now real
New doors in the air
To take the average person
Outside, outer space, anywhere.
Over hill and under
River, raven,
Dell
Escaping the many layers of hell
Rash reality forgotten.
*Inspired by the weekly writing prompt on SnoValley Writes!
Folded Foils
Foil Flora
She kept the tattered books because she knew the stories so well
They picked her up whenever she fell.
The plotting, the plundering
Got her through the lightening and thundering.
The worlds created let her escape
Through Secret Gardens or with a musketeer’s cape.
What fragments of foil she could collect
She would reconnect
Into flowers and swords
Tucked in between words
So when by chance there was a window sill or shelf
She could unfold the garden and blades she made for her elf.
Betwixt
Betwixt
Betwixt the pages of the book most brown
Perdita Hermione Denke’s thoughts can be found
Of the dragon eggs meant to be
And of many more a mystery.
Though not entirely obsessed
She is easily distressed
By the bombardment, bashing boldness of snags
That bully from her sleep and drags
Her in pursuit of the meaning
Of whatever fragment she once was dreaming.
Arrows, Boffins, Castles, and Digits
Elves, Fairies, Gnomes and Hobbits.
In the chaos, there is order
In the maze that is before her.
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