Out of the blackness of dreams
There are wild murmurous thoughts
Whirling out of the deepest recesses
Shattering the stillness and silence of sleep
Here the orb of the moon may be brilliant gold
Or instead it may be blue as still waters
Here creatures may speak with the tongues of man
Or man may bleat and bark and chirp
As nonsensical as the creatures they mimic
Here doors may not open inward, or outward
But instead may fold into themselves
Or shatter into bits at the rap of knuckles
In the quiet blackness of dreams
All sense becomes nonsense
In the black quietness of dreams
All chaos becomes reality
In the black dream of quietness
We become our heart’s longing
In the quiet dream of blackness
We are still
Written in response to today’s challenge at With Real Toads, where we are given a list of words that seem disparate and asked to use at least five. I used eight.
there he stood, staring
into the strange immovable water
awestruck and terrified
gone was his powerful tail
his pelt of water-shedding fur
and giant wood-shredding teeth
reached for a pencil, and chewed
Two prompts get smushed together today in this little piece. First, Trifextra asks us to use compound modifiers in a piece of exactly 33 words. I used two. Second, Fireblossom challenges us at With Real Toads to write a poem as if the spirit of an animal has taken over our bodies, and how they might react to that.
beast of sooty pelt
cautiously stalking beauty
stones drag him to die
~ ~ ~
little cinder girl
until the glass slipper fits
lifted from ashes
~ ~ ~
pricked finger brings sleep
one hundred years later, a prince
bestows magic kiss
~ ~ ~
two children lost find
sweetened cabin , cannibal
witch hopes to fatten
~ ~ ~
house fell on sister
wicked witch cries for revenge
and for the red shoes
Over at With Real Toads yesterday, Izy asked us to write “Cliff’s Notes” versions of our favorite stories. You can’t get more condensed than a haiku, right? So here are five haiku versions of some of my favorite tales.
not with your head
with your heart
it is all I’ve ever asked of you
if we must part
promise me it is because your heart
tells you I cannot give what you desire
you still hold hope
still feel connection to your moon
you will not let your head rule
in a matter where hearts know best
Written as a response to the prompt at With Real Toads, which asks us to write a Hello or Goodbye. I don’t like goodbyes.
There are tears, and there will continue to be tears
In those tears is understanding
of emotions too powerful to hold in.
There is pain, and there will continue to be pain
With that pain comes focus
and determination to overcome it.
It gets better
isn’t just a platitude.
It really will, day by day
step by step and moment by moment
if we only open ourselves
to the healing.
Why do we love?
Why open our hearts and souls to be stolen and shattered?
Would it not be safer to remain alone,
to construct strong walls
and hide within them
protected from Cupid’s arrows?
Why do we expose ourselves to the possibility of pain?
Allow our very spirit to be crushed
by the very thing we crave?
We know it will bring us such agony
and yet we hunger for it
seek it out
endlessly expose ourselves
to self-inflicted defeat.
Love is agony
and yet it is such sweet misery.
against which puffs of white stand stark
reminders of a past lost to me
a flash of brilliant scarlet darts past
a sudden cry threatens to draw a smile to my lips
shadows slowly lengthen
drawing a curtain over another day
one more day closer to life alone
Looking outside, at Mama Zen’s behest, and turning a sunny spring day into a daunting, scarey thing. Written for today’s Words Count prompt.