Quoted from mcornetto Presentiment I run away when it does seek me out the mere sound of its voice I go astray at the nags of self-doubt there's never any choice there's just this wall that's far too high to climb which I could never scale ever, at all even with all of time I'd still find I would fail that's why I run and that's why I tremble it's the reason I stress but once begun it's painful to dispel impossible unless I run away Michael PS and Sandra WOW! You wrote a whole poetry book!   You going to do one of those a day?

After reading Presentiment, all I can say, is

That's how I feel and it cuts deep into me to feel a connection in that.

Thank you dear Michael.

Sandra

Untitled

The young fire grows, but too much warmth escapes;
Rocks pile round higher and higher,
Matching the wind that pulls sparks unforgiving
Into the darkness.

But each rock cools the last
'Til each is more feebly warmed
And, inexorable
Night rises within as well.

Unsafely enclosed.
What should I have done?

Quoted from mcornetto PS and Sandra WOW! You wrote a whole poetry book!   You going to do one of those a day?

By my count we'll have the makings of a whole poetry book in about 13 days!  

...some revision may be necessary.  Hahah.

But indeed, Sandra, seconded.  A lot of effort and a vivid collection of words!

Quoted from Heretic Untitled The young fire grows, but too much warmth escapes; Rocks pile round higher and higher, Matching the wind that pulls sparks unforgiving Into the darkness. But each rock cools the last 'Til each is more feebly warmed And, inexorable Night rises within as well. Unsafely enclosed. What should I have done?

"Matching the wind that pulls sparks unforgiving
Into the darkness."

Made me think of the recent wildfire that destroyed the entire town of Slave Lake, here in Alberta.

The blackness and night rising from sparks and flames-- it's a familiar feeling.

"Unsafely enclosed"

Has me always begging,

"Release the captive!"

I appreciate the fact that perhaps,

Although I might interpret it wrong:

In youth, too much warmth might escape.

Our passion burns us into feeble warmth unless
we capture the resultant sparks, saving them for
their worth as many pennies add up to a great sum.

Sandra

Quoted from Scar Tissue Films Grey Tombstone. The Clock ticks, your Sand's run down. Thine time of grieving approaches now. Weeping faces stand around, Spades slice open the burial ground. No white light upon your Death, No Heaven's Gate with your final breath. The Fate of all the flesh and bone, Cold corpse under the grey tombstone. Rest thee well and suffer thy home. Forever Dead And Forever Alone.

This makes me feel like picking up my guitar again
and strumming a few.

I could easily find a melody in this.

Sandra

Enjoying your work here guys!

Surprisingly fun writing poetry...think I might have a more serious attempt in the future.

And I'm enjoying all the poems too - so keep them coming.  

The next topic is about something  everyone wants yet they don't have.

wishes

If wishes were real.


Were wishes real I would hold you again.
Drop coins in wells and exorcise pain.
I'd search for Fairies in forgotten lands.
Rub golden lamps with eager red hands.

Were wishes real I'd see you once more.
Find magic rings of Old Folklore.
I'd break every wishbone, pray to a star,
Keep Monkey's Paws in broken glass jars.

Were wishes real what dreams we would share.
But all magic died the day you weren't there.

That's a great little poem Rick.  You're getting really good at this.

Quoted from Scar Tissue Films If wishes were real. Were wishes real I would hold you again. Drop coins in wells and exorcise pain. I'd search for Fairies in forgotten lands. Rub golden lamps with eager red hands. Were wishes real I'd see you once more. Find magic rings of Old Folklore. I'd break every wishbone, pray to a star, Keep Monkey's Paws in broken glass jars. Were wishes real what dreams we would share. But all magic died the day you weren't there.

It's so very strange. That the thing that remains when a loved one isn't there anymore, emotionally, or physically, or maybe they have indeed, died-- the magic was there all the time, but how much did we appreciate them? Acknowledge their presence. Hug them absolutely every time they ever walked out that door.

The family I grew up in never ever left each other before giving one another a hug before leaving. Maybe that was magic. Maybe they are still there.

Loved this one very much, Rick.

Sandra

Last one because the OWC has started.


(sung to the tune of the chorus of 'When you wish upon a star'.)

Do you wish upon a star?
Then like that cricket sang, you are.
I bet you wished for a sports car,
forget world peace.

Do you wish cracking a bone?
There's no app for your smart phone.
You can't do it on your own
you need some friends.

Do you wish using a cake?
Once a birthday wish you make.
If by chance it's a mistake
there's still next year.

Do you wish into a well?
Don't you wish that you could tell?
If you wish then sit a spell
but please bring change.  

Michael

Untitled

Kate wishes she were thinner.
The reasons, she reasons, are many --
Sex with a different type of person;
People with a different personality;
(There will be less of her to hate, too)
And what they want will change considerably.

What Joel wants, actually, is more of her.
His reason, he reasons, is only one --
(Regardless of what she can offer)
She's such a lovely lady.

Kate works to be thinner, oh yes, daily.
What hell!
She lies to the judging glass that it's beautiful;
She wears the right clothes, the ones Joel rages don't suit her;
At least, on the days she knows what she wants.

Joel knows what he wants.
What hell!
Just her, after all.

Hey all!  Well done on the three days we got to do this Poetry challenge but the OWC is off and running so we'll have to stop here.   I'll do this again some other time.