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alone the widow seeks autumn ground
stray thoughts both beautiful profound
a rendezvous with soul’s despair
while skittish fingers curl locks of hair
it’s death’s treachery tore us apart
in silence strung my heavy heart
dangled dubiously by a lone thread
while birds of prey hovered overhead
they circled a drab once spring green park
till nightfall drenched it in foul sullen dark
bitter feelings of abandon ever fathomless
left me brokenhearted and frightly breathless
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on February 20, 2020 for contest WRITING PROMPT – TEN WORDS sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 1ST
There was a "thread" of evil in the atmosphere as stick as a wall and hard as steel.* This stream of evil resulted from the defiance and fall of lucerfer himself. The location, without fowls or "birds" of prey, was beyond the outer space experienced by human kind. It was in a zone of rebellion set aside and assigned to the evil one by God Almighty.
It was a place of spirit beings, a once "beautiful" but now "breathless" and "dark" place. When I beheld this mysterious and "fathomless" void, I trimbled as my "heart" started to race, and it felt like my "hair" turned to wax. My lips were sealed forcing me to "silence".
In the middle of all the darkness and inconcievable reality, there stood a figure in the distance shining as the sun with a "green" object in its hand which to me was the greatest sign of something good in an environment of total evil. I felt yet alive with the knowledge that death, the secession of life, stood coldly knocking at the very core of my life's door. It seemed time no longer existed as I walked toward the figure so consumed by light. The closer I got to the holder of green, which indicated Go to me, I was emboldened as my great rescuer defied everything evil as if it was nothing. His very presence cursed the evil and sentenced it to die a forever death, never to harm humans again in any way.
030420PoSpCtest, Writing Prompt-Ten Words, Dear Heart. Theme, Death
*Fiction, 4P
"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower." Hans Christian Andersen
NATURE SAVES THE DAY
The raven splendor of the woods —
fathomless birth of birds in song.
I’ve lost myself. I’ve found silence
of mortal vows - can do no wrong.
Breathless the cadence of freedom —
my feet wrapped in wondrous blisters.
The bears tip their hats, admire me.
Arcadian does are my sisters.
Beautiful emerald green folk —
the shadow’d forest canopy.
My hair glistens after its soak —
loud petrichor and dripping leaves.
Thread of my dream like golden wings
as my nightmare lays next to me —
I tiptoe first steps into the dark.
Scissors cut battered apron strings.
Serenity’s gate on a horse.
A salvaged heart awaits a prince.
Sincere eyes ready for a bride.
Thwarted thistles of providence.
3/1/2020
Writing Prompt - Ten Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Word List: thread, heart, silence, hair, beautiful,
dark, green, birds, fathomless, breathless
I walk the shore of the lake
All the time watching the waves lap onto the shore
Rhythmic and simple
They measure time at their own pace
The lake looks so calm and tempting
Straining I look for the other shore
It seems to be a half a world away
Thoughts enter my head
Memories I chased away so many years ago
Life was tougher back then
When I stood on the same shore
Looking at the same lake
I thought about swimming to the middle
And just let everything go
The water would envelop me
My eyes would close and I would go to sleep
The world would have gone on without me
As I watched the waves
My mind wandered into other thoughts
Again I looked at the lake
And a thought, ten simple words, came to me
So I waited
And when I look at the lake and the waves
Those ten words always come back to me
Another day would be a good day for a swim
So I wait
At times, the path that we are taking dwindles to not even a thread of trail,
but we keep trudging forward as if by instinct.
Although the old path has been overtaken by myriad weeds
and a fathomless expanse of green, we walk with determination.
Branches of tall trees that block summer's sun have made it dark.
Also, the wood is permeated by a great silence
except for the sound of our noisily treading feet
and an occasional burst of song from birds.
At one point, one of us gets our hair caught in brambles.
It slows us down, but we manage to get our sister
released from the clutches of that nasty shrub.
Onward we proceed - excitement growing!
My heart is pounding as we emerge from the daunting vegetation.
Before us lies the beautiful secret place where sun streams like a waterfall
onto that large secluded pond we always recall from our childhood.
Sweaty and hot from our trek, we stand before it breathless.
It sparkles still pristine. Tossing off shoes, socks, shirts and shorts,
my sisters and I race each other – giggling school girls once more -
to see who will be first to feel again its cool, sweet water on our skin.
Fifty years fade away as we relive . . . the magic.
Feb. 27, 2020 Theme #3: Nature
Contest: Writing Prompt - Ten Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
"PENTENTIC"
Have you noticed the pen dances to the right,
moving stiltedly and smoothly when it glides?
Sequel to this action, creativity & realism I expedite,
the white smooth sheet is reed of every spite
when it gets inked with punchlines in my pen's might.
To write is my rite and a poet's right to be a wright.
What my pen does is usually against the odds.
Can you write a poem using only 10 words?
Yes, I can with lil' sprinkle of dexterity like nerds:
"Ten words, with lil' twirls, still can't tell what 'twas."
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes/decastich (ten line poem)
Copyright ©? 3rd November 2023.
I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.
Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -
Notions, plans, dreams, impulses - the detritus that bloats their bellies.
Scrawny, gnarled trees about me, bony-fingered limbs clawing, scraping,
Biased, ragged people who assume to know, whose perspectives bleed -
Careless, avaricious purposes, spirits gutted like my stark, graffitied walls.
YOU shall redeem me ... douse my scaffolding, ignite these timbers ...
Ravage my whole with conflagration, toss the cooling ashes windward!
My foundation runs deeper than these trees' tangled roots ... now ...
Raise again, my walls - loving, formidable, joyous, and you ... INSIDE.
Written and submitted on January 25, 2019
For the "Ten Lines Ten Words, Free Verse 1" Poetry Contest
Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
While wandering back to my days of yore,
I see a path and know I must turn right.
Through tangled weeds, I make my way. Before
me is the cottage! In the final light
of day it stands in shambles. Sky above
bleeds crimson. Memories come flooding me.
I wish that I could harvest the sweet love
that shone forth from their faces! Now I see
them in my misty mind’s eye. Far away -
as if tossed by a tempest – they are gone,
some to their final rest. My yesterday,
gone too, was once a beautiful bright dawn.
What used to be - for me - my saving grace
will one day be a long forgotten place.
4/12/2018 For Joseph May's Ten Words Contest.
And now for John Hamilton's 'Your best sonnet 2018' Contest
The Tempest
That misty shadow on the shore,
with crimson sunset gone from view,
foretells a tempest is in store;
the dreaded forecast has come true.
With crimson sunset gone from view...
forgotten is fair yesterday.
The dreaded forecast has come true;
harvest of sunny days, at bay.
Forgotten is fair yesterday...
now thunder growls an angry song.
Harvest of sunny days at bay...
the deluge coming, strong and long.
Now thunder growls an angry song...
and lost is love and all its grace.
The deluge coming, strong and long...
a grim finale...now must face.
And lost is love and all its grace,
foretells a tempest is in store;
a grim finale. Now must face...
that misty shadow on the shore.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Ten Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 04/23/2018
10 Required words used in order of appearance:
misty shadow shore crimson tempest
forgotten yesterday harvest love grace
The "thread" of a spider’s web
Formed the shape of a "heart"
Hanging delicately in the sunlight
In "silence", watched the spinning of time
Creating a masterpiece I can’t define
I sit "breathless", not to blow it apart
Watching "birds" diving inches from it
Landing on the soft "green" grass
Choosing to disturb the dew instead
Flying away with dampened feet
Not a strand of the "hair" on my head,
Is like the strands holding it together
Leaving me with "fathomless" thoughts
As to when it first started in the past
These "intricate" "beautiful" creations,
That hang on earth in different ways
Hidden by our choices in the "dark"
Remaining to be seen
3/1/20
Placed 2nd in the Writing prompt – ten words poetry contest. Sponsor: Dear Heart
Theme: Nature
Words required: Thread, Heart, Silence, Hair, Beautiful, Dark, Green, Birds, Fathomless, Breathless