Faith and Doubt are quite a pair
sisters locked in unrelenting discourse
while Chastity sits at the bar
drinking with the boys
and smoking
Inspired by RC deWinter's telling it on the mountain
An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet. The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Faith and Doubt are quite a pair
sisters locked in unrelenting discourse
while Chastity sits at the bar
drinking with the boys
and smoking
Inspired by RC deWinter's telling it on the mountain
a cry into the void
conjuring from emptiness
a villain fit to tilt ...
and once again
the poet spins
from nothingness
compelling yarn
with which to weave
reality
Response to Dreamless Nights by A Furious Child
And yet this sword has edges two
homogeneity, though dull,
cuts effectively at me
the diversity
which from my mismatched parts
does coalesce
Inspired by Individually a "We" by Debbie Green Razey
Oh to be the chalice
for your wine
one without the other
is at best an emptiness
a ruby stain
upon an earthen floor
together it's a promise
of thirst slaked forevermore
Inspired by Uma Venkatraman's A Place in your Memories
beautiful and ugly
paper thin the line between
different aspects of the same thing
coruscating in a dream
alternating with a nightmare
no night terrors apropos
as consumed with love
and just consumed
do battle with perception
of the roiling mass kalidescoping
in the heady brew I drink
to start and end my day
inspired by the poem A Decision Must Be Made by A Furious Child
And so you have
my poet friend
reached out and touched
with consequence
that with the recognition smirk
the favor I've returned
poetic comments
on your posts
are my reaction
to the touch
your poetry
has left with me
a tactile resonance
which builds
as network burgeons
in the wake
of shared connection
and response
Our Daily Quest for Excellence
at which those long inured
roll their eyes
and shake their heads
whilst with my buckles
I do joust
Yet again we mount the steed
oblivious of past defeats
ignoring throbbing scars which scream
of lessons still unlearnt
The windmill beckons