dwai Posted September 30, 2020 Thought we could have a little poetry thread going. Whenever you feel inspired, type out a few verses of original poetry. No rules need to be followed. Here’s one I wrote a few minutes back — The Battle of lofty heights Looked up and what did I see? A battlefield in the sky... Clouds on two sides facing each other, lined up for a melee. Like fluffy spacecrafts high above With perforated sails... They lurch and charge repeatedly, But with drunken ant-like gait. And just as it begun, It was over too.... The sky a clear slate of blue. Not a trace of either side, Only a resplendent azure hue! 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sketch Posted September 30, 2020 (edited) The Vampire Bush Be wary on your walks Remembering this Spring Our footfalls left Far less disturbed Those jealous spirits Ours displace Think not lest you imagine Strange things where Brambles grow Be wary on your walks Remembering each Spring Our footfalls left Far less disturbed Those jealous spirits Ours displace Think not that you imagine strange things where Brambles grow Edited September 30, 2020 by Sketch 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sketch Posted October 8, 2020 (edited) The thing in my chest that is not a heart holds clutching pain neither pulses nor spins it wants to control all of my intentions it wants control I hold a pen I hold a blade I hold it and it turns unlucky, graceless, beholden. My rootless right hand seeks to be the only fixed point holding it all together. Forcing guitar strings to do what I want taking the notes, ripping, plucking, never letting them go, throwing them like lawn darts (letting go like selfless arrows from a self bow) put down this compound of compounds, a mechanical release to trigger a mechanical release, to make the wheels turn and maybe send an arrow downrange after all this archery ( A mechanical release is a device used in compound archery so that the arrow can be released by squeezing a trigger, allowing the archer to let the arrows go with no feeling of release.) Edited October 8, 2020 by Sketch 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sketch Posted October 12, 2020 Wonton Soup “This soup is so good!” This was our seventh visit to the restaurant over the years, at irregular intervals. “Chicken soup with pork dumplings but WOW! So good.” We were never seated at the same table twice, otherwise the meal, and most of the conversation, was the same. We’d only looked at menus briefly, the first time, our first “Real Date”. Warm, soft light in a pink and brown room, always the same calm dinner time. The other diners silhouettes and shadows, their conversation and clink lost like sounds in snow. “Do you always poke your wontons apart like that?” “You always poke your wontons apart like that.” A little flatter each of the five times she’d said it in between. “I just wanna see what’s inside” “You don’t need to do that with everything” The emperor of the Southern Sea was Lickety, the emperor of the Northern Sea was Split, and the emperor of the Center was Wonton. Lickety and Split often met each other in the land of Wonton, and Wonton treated them very well. Wanting to repay Wonton's kindness, Lickety and Split said, "All people have seven holes for seeing, hearing, eating, and breathing. Wonton alone lacks them. Let's try boring some holes for him." So every day they bored one hole, and on the seventh day Wonton died. Mair 7/7, last verse of the Inner Chapters of Zhuangzi. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sketch Posted May 16, 2021 The ravens in the schoolyard Patrolled during classes Watchful, walking slowly Eying us sternly through the dormer windows Of the classroom. Immediately the sister Addressing the students Would zero in on my desk And close in Smelling faintly of carrion. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
dwai Posted May 16, 2021 All is One. One is All. Why resist? Why cling? Freedom lies in between... Resistance and clinging. Let go, just be. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
