Turnin’ up limb fer limb
Piece by piece
Blood shatters our mission in glass
Vitrified by the kiln in us ‘earts
We walk’t line ‘Tween fire and laughter
Thee only truth
Is the glimmer in us eyes
That thee mined af’er
Our porcelain faces crack
In a furnace o’ fists
That’s t’ smack o’ it
No turnin’ back from’t rubble o’ it
It’s true, we’re burnin’ t’ world at both ends
It’d be a crime if we knew any different
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Tuesday Tanka: A look through a moment rearview
Through din of traffic
Calligraphy bloomed music
Blue wisteria
Reflections clanged through rear view
Butterfly hung from mirror
Flat packed earth
Six-pack turtle
Elastic wound gannet
Oil slicked penguins
Plastic stomached albatross
Cleanly packed crab
Tinnosed seal
This
Our flat packed earth
–
There is a sadness
No orchestra to fade
In the marrow of my bones
No melody for tears
the world and its antics
Marred the eyes that roll – marbled down the drain
There is unquenchable anger
Caged behind ribs
Though we know with collective sigh
That forgiveness doesn’t meet knuckled shame
And we were fringe, in lions mane
Accumulating rage
Even paper tigers sliced us
Our fragility holds no thrill
Apex predators? Questionable
And to think we’re most vulnerable
Within our exoskeletons
Rushing from z to a
And what of the badger
Flattened
The world might just slink away, indifferent
in the spin of tyres
Evolution confesses itself through us.
We are holy confession
Of relic beasts
In our hearts reptilian rage
Magic drift
The stars aligned for no one
But then there was
And now us
This all tracks to
Evolution
History echoes
In our inky veins
An attempt at this weeks prompt: Dandelion’s teeth
Dandelion’s teeth, wisp o’ t’hills
spans us splendid gossamer summers
diaphanous splendour, warblers trill
natural dopamine uppers
our frayed edges no longer other
no more hushful wishes, jus’ tranquil
only us and our green mother
forever and ever entangled
Authors note:
This dandelion has it’s roots here
Cats cradle
Mr Grief Crow & Golden Joinery
Like a bull in a China shop
Mr Grief Crow dashed to and fro
Sentimental values perched in our throats
Do not take from us we begged
But Mr Grief Crow croaked, ‘break what ya mend, sew what ya broke’
And with golden joinery
we bend what we know.
This was inspired by this prompt
I Cried For A Crow
I cried for a crow
I hardly even know
Sometimes I wish I could harden my heart
But everytime I try
Somethin’ always gives me a start
And I’m back to cryin’
For a crow
That I hardly know!
Surplus to requirments
I’m a frazzle of lion’s tooth
blow me away and ya find flotsam growin’ roots
me thumbs trapped betwixt me braces
as I play chicken by nobody’s rules
careenin’ as I mean to run
round sharpest corners
stragglin’ offshoots on the stems of me breath
a rattle of nettles and neurosis
I’ve become the urbans wilds
no doubt I’ll be soon be eaten
by the jaws of machines
at the behest of the councils’ wiles
after runnin’ feral, labeled ‘surplus to requirements.’
Authors note:
This is written inspired by today’s prompt.
This is an offshoot; this poem could be said of a growing manic neurosis, the parts that remain wild at the edges, too anxious to tame.
It relates to the themes in that it’s ultimately about belonging or lack thereof and becoming excluded, yet remaining at the edges.
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