Tag: peoplewithpoetry

Prompt Day 26

The irony of pleasant weather

When we learned we’re not to be together.

The currents of discontent

Loosening you from the riverbed.

Nearly thirty long years of marriage,

Erosion is a persistent thing.

I think you taught me that

Driving past canyons

Above river beds long gone dry

Water having spent itself

On carving things uncarvable.

The worst storm for me was this

Most strange in its calmness.

No screaming match

No begging at the door.

Excepting of course for

The screaming match days later

Where I spoke my greatest lie.

The cold front met the warm front

Swirling around dancing beautiful

Save for its destruction

Ash clouds floating down

To smother what was left.

I said very little.

What is there to say

To the one who taught you speech

When he leaves.

Plates shifting earth quaking

I was shaken awake

By a thirst unslaked.

I’m not thirsty anymore,

And we still touch

Though from opposite sides

Of the canyon.

– Vagabond Prophet

      – Today’s prompt: 

Write about the worst storm you’ve ever experienced.

          So this might be cheating but it’s what came to mind.

Prompt Day 25

Conduit between body and head

Corridor for traveling thoughts

And speeding instructions.

It bends unnaturally as time

Slowly puts down its full weight

And as thoughts get clogged in mind

With nowhere to go.

For a job that only values my sweat

My rhyming spheres of soul

Gone unnoticed.

Every borrowed lungful

Of air I waste on breathing

Rather than singing.

Neck is sore today,

No wonder! You’d be sore too

If you’d been cajoled

Into molds unsavoury.

Excepting for this one thing

That my neck slowly straightens

As I learn to let go.

A jubilant surrender

Of weights that break my neck,

Simple recognition that I put

Them on myself

And that you’d lift them off

If I’d just let you.

– Vagabond Prophet

Render flesh from bone
That by its strength
My weakness will atone.

Vagabond Prophet

     – There’s a chance that I may or may not but definitely did utter this in my kitchen, in my villain voice, while picking the meat off a rotisserie chicken for my lunch. Would somebody kindly tell me what the hell is wrong with me?

Prompt Day 24

I tied a hangman’s noose

Within the womb

Around my neck was slung

And from those gallows swung.

I was six days late

The pressure wouldn’t abate

I’ve always been

Afraid of change.

I came out looking blue

Foreshadowing how I’d feel

Writing this at all.

I was timid, I was quiet,

Sleeping days away.

Always compliant

Never outspoken.

Obedient, a good kid

They’d say.

Now looking back as a man

With fissures throughout my heart

I think it’s not that simple.

Never outspoken sure,

For every strongly expressed opinion

Was shouted, and frightened

This gentle child into quietness.

So I grew with roots reluctant

To claim soil another may one day want,

Older brothers younger sister

More abrasive than I.

I like tile they like sandpaper,

Every attempt to rough me up

Only made me smoother.

One day I was called to manhood

By nothing but necessity.

At an age that couldn’t be expected

To swing a hammer well.

Hell I couldn’t even swing a decision yet

How could I possibly step into shoes

Strangely unworn before

And with strength strike

The nail on the head.

I filled those shoes in time

Sometimes feeling room still

By my big toe.

I swung a decision,

I’d be the man I wanted to be

To be different than the example.

A timid trailblazer still covers ground,

A kite broken free may crash,

Or fly higher than ever imagined.

The world needs good men

I’ll fill that need or die trying,

She needed me to be more,

My soul began
To grow chest hair.

So that’s where I’m from

There’s my past laid out.

My future?

Well that’s up to me isn’t it.

– Vagabond Prophet

Running like mad,

Arms flailing

Legs wheeling

Breath burning.

The bus takes the bend

And I realize

It was never the right one.

It’s sign shouting #1

Yet as it rushed up behind me

All I could think of

Was a fear of being forgotten.

Vagabond Prophet

Pure Blue

Such pure blue sky

Meets pure black thought,

Can I be one with blue

Without tarnishing you?

Under burden I can’t shoulder

Will your perfection smoulder?

Say it’s not in vain

Come in this heart reign.

Complete this work

Bring me out of mirk

Though my name on every nail

Come in might to fill this sail.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prompt Day 23

Oh! Look over yonder

Ye brilliant must ponder

As earthen staff impaled

Into oceans deepest trench.

Between Sun and Moon

Where quilt of stars are strewn,

She of light and he of darkness

Made their battle.

She of goodness, green, and soil

He of shadows, pride sure to spoil,

Her majesty wielded supernovas

His insidiousness armed with blackest hole.

Blessed Queen of sky and birth

With shield of light and rod of earth

Might of the heavens

Their blows making water quake.

Rod met sword and musically rang

Swirling waters to themselves clang

When staff broke in two

And plunged into ocean depth.

Causing terrific quake

Causing world to break,

The known globe scabbing over

Solid ground for creatures yet to be.

They yet meet blades

Sparks becoming glades

Every piece of celestial debris

Adding to our home.

– Vagabond Prophet

    – Today I was tasked with writing a creation myth, enjoy.