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Frost sharpens the angle of the sun against the glass.
Footsteps, a voice—every sound is an echoing wave.
Where once this room was full, now stretches immense space.
The refrigerator’s hum seems louder in its pitch.
Once it felt alive; now the house has come to rest.
Autumn gradually takes hold; life begins to turn.
The door closes slow with a ghostly turn.
Where once was two, now only a solitary glass.
A once-ticking clock, now finding permanent rest.
Memories now hit like an unforgiving wave.
Silence rings, climbing to a deafening pitch,
filling every corner of this abandoned space.
Where once a picture hung upon the wall, now just space.
Peaceful sleep now tossing painfully—a restless turn.
Sunset no longer hits; the room engulfed in darkened pitch.
Exhaustion is reflecting in mirrored glass.
Waking: realization, a sickening wave.
Suddenly alone, will this life be stretched out the rest?
Boxes filled with past memories—no longer waiting, just rest.
Now each room colder: winter’s creeping space.
Freezing air enters through the open door, a rushing wave.
Leaves falling, dying; the autumn colours slowly turn.
The landscape outside, hidden by the frozen glass.
Everything has changed at a final fever pitch.
Midwinter night: an absolute, suffocating pitch.
Within the stillness of the house, the mind can’t find rest.
Like winter’s ice, the mind is now but brittle glass.
It’s hard to breathe; the room shrinks—there is no space.
There is no going back; this is the only turn.
Just phantom memories of that final goodbye wave.
Dissipating grief leaves behind a silent wave.
All the fear allayed; calmness instead of blackish pitch.
Life will proceed—no pain—accepting the earth will turn.
No fight left, just exhausted peace: a quiet rest.
The room no longer echoes, just a normal space.
A recognisable face within the silver glass.
Memory of that goodbye wave finds a final rest.
Dawn breaks the black pitch, filling the quiet space.
Autumn makes its turn beyond the sunlit glass.
You left me without a reason why
You said you loved me, it was a lie
Now I sit in the dark and just cry
Folk notice my demeanor and pry
I shut them out tell the goodbye
I just want to heal,but hurt is nigh
Will I ever love again before I die?
I often sleep and eat and just sigh
Is there such a thing as a soul tie?
If so I doomed, and mustn't even try
Being in love in nothing but a joke
Broken promises is all you spoke
My fairy tale life went up in smoke
Now I'm waiting for me to just croak
Do you recall our kiss? By the oak
That memory alone makes me choke
When you left me, I'm double broke
Misery and despair is now my cloak
You were nothing but a trivalent bloke
And I hope you slip on an artichoke
I thought that you were the one
We used to have so much fun
Our lives together had just begun
I wonder if you took our old gun
My world is dark, where's the sun?
Scales are on my eyes,there're a ton
I'm through living, I'm just done
You caused to shut out everyone
My life is like an old film, a sad rerun
You were like my mother's dear son
I must get used to this intense pain
Rainbows long gone, all I see is rain
On most days and nights I go insane
There's like a ticking bomb in my brain
I'm likened to a wreckless moving train
My awful life is going down the drain
I have small scars and cuts on my vein
I'm locked in my mind, ball and chain
The days are gone when I was sane
My life over, I have nothing to obtain
But If ever emerge from this living hell
I'll work on me first, only time will tell
I used to be so happy and full of life
Now I'm so sad and someone's ex wife
I think to myself, can I fall in love with me?
If I could my heart would know much glee
Instead I long for my existence to expire
I often feel like I've touched a live wire
Is this place a dream? Is this my reality
If so I've grown accustomed to insanity
*I know this contest is over. But I was inpired to give it a try after reading Andrea's poem in this form. I don't know if I got it right. Fiction
Alexis Y.
11/09/19
The night lays down like a black silk mantle, embracing the sleeping city,
I search in its deep silence for your warmth, a living flame lost in the cold wind,
In these long winter nights when my thoughts are stray birds,
Only you can catch and chase them away with your gentleness, a warm spring breeze.
You are far away, a continent of longing between us, and my bed is an ice desert,
Stretched under the dim sky, I wait for the dream to bring you, a gentle wave on my shore,
To speak to me of how you love my broken heart, a stained glass in the moonlight,
My scars are shifting dunes, old stories told by the eternal sand.
Come whisper sweet words to me, spring rains on thirsty fields,
To lift me above the clouds of everyday life, a bird in flight toward the sun,
To float on the waves of my fantasies, an endless ocean without edges,
Where only we exist, dancers under the starry sky of endless dreams.
In that world of dreams, I call you to come and bring me solace,
Where our hearts are a silent symphony, a river flowing without stopping,
To synchronize our heartbeats, two old clocks ticking in unison,
There, in the dream, our love lives, an eternal fire under the silver moon.
Clock keeps ticking
It's the clock
The one that won't stop
The one that keep going
Counter clock wise
It tells you the time
The time you got left
To get things done
It can be a quarter to one
Or a quarter to four
What happens when an opportunity
Knocks at the door
You only have so much time to respond
And after you respond you're done
Clock keeps ticking
Clock keeps moving
There is limited time
To keep doing (repeat 1x)
Some people wait
Until it's to late
Then they have
So much at stake
Thought they had time
To get things right
Then boom ?? here comes life
Life is short
Life is precious
Life progresses
You only have a period of time
To not be left behind
What are you achieving
What are you leaving
Only time will tell
Wish we had known you well
Don't be in shock
When the clock stops
Clock keeps ticking
Clock keeps moving
There is limited time
To keep doing (repeat 1x)
Time keeps ticking
Time keep tocking
Keep the faith
With you there's no stopping
(Repeat 1x)
Clock keeps ticking
Clock keeps moving
There is limited time
To keep doing (repeat 1x)
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
12/12/2021
When Autumn bring hues of amber color,
I stand looking in awe and in wonder;
the forest is strokes of watercolor,
soon, the forest will have snow cover.
Farmers are busy for Harvest season,
the corn, grain and pumpkins, and all that hay;
that ever clock ticking in my region,
for all the farmers there is no halfway.
I am looking forward to Thanksgiving,
the turkey, stuffing, and the apple pies;
and watch the leaves falling, changing,
in nature a trees sleeps- never dies.
But, the wild winds and rain make huge trees shake;
and many moan and groan, shatter and break.
Crack!
It was the first time I'd heard
The sound
So hauntingly beautiful
So painfully pleasing
It felt like
My lungs were giving out
Like towers of melodramatic dust
Crack! Crack!
The faults spread out all over
A mosaic birthed in the process
Mismatched pieces
Of love and hate and need
Scattered in my chest
A kaleidoscope posing for a heart
Slowly my ears fall in love
With the haunting warning sound
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Third time's a charm
The pain in my skull
Throbs in rhythmic sync
With the one in my lonely chest
An addictive melody
Like the ticking of a bomb
Cra-!
My battered tattered heart
Has given more
Than any heart should
Yet
My only regret
Is not having any more
To give away
The autumn forest turning to framed landscape painting
absorbs on canvas the sound of rustle the leaves make
on the serene shadow engraved on the stony ground,
waits for the shrouding winter when the whisper of wind
would freeze and fall with snowflakes floating in chilled air,
blanket the cacophonous ambiance of nature on the edge,
subducting the twitter of invisible birds long disappeared.
Stealthily comes the spring and wakes up the supine buds
that unfurl with the soundless cadence of blooming beauty,
under the fleeting clouds sailing smooth in the cerulean sky.
As the amorous night descends swaying like drowsy drizzle
of silky darkness dancing to the dormant mystique melody
of moonbeam rippling on the patina of suspended stardust,
creating the hue for night’s tear drops, dew of my meadow.
The meadow I reached traversing the petrified wasteland,
emerged from abyss of condensed aloneness to be with you
in this dreaming night when the echo of your faint footsteps
faded away for the journey ended in the portal of my heart.
As ticking clock of our time stopped at the verge of eternity,
my yearning engulfed you like the sun flaming the horizon,
where the murmur of entwined hearts dissolved in oneness.
Pacified passion communicated in voiceless language of love,
composed the lyric of belonging inscribed in words unsaid.
Written : September 1, 2019
Contest : Strand Pick 3, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
How good it is that I can see;
rain pouring on the window,
letters arriving, life moving on,
a cat sleeping,
many bills to pay...
and I can feel:
a wave, a sneeze
when it comes,
the cold chilling me,
the sun warming...
victory coming...
I can hear: divine hearing...
clocks ticking,
snoring, music. divine music,
dogs barking.
cars speeding up
fireworks popping
drills drilling,
even idle chatter...
lemon scent in the air,
the smell of roses
a woman's perfume,
the air of happiness
a well-honed sense of smell
The Midas touch,
the caress of my beloved.
a friendly hug,
the soft touch of silk,
a good-enjoyed touch...
beer!
other wonderful juices...
food of the Gods,
the most incredible taste;
the flavor of your mouth,
the taste of your skin...
beloved mia....
Clock is ticking down 60's to zero,
the train is barely seen its hood.
A flick of your finger on tip of my nose,
Saying a thousands breathed words.
I move my feet one step away.--
Fasten a tears that want to fall.
You turned to me and grip my soul,
And share our lips of a tender kiss.
I open my eyes and turned to see,
I was left hanging on a bliss...
You ignore your Soul's cries
(Becoming frozen in resistance)
By Michelle Morris
12/11/2024
You'd rather lose the girl
Than become a better man
You're "happy" to be set in your ways
Be rigid, controlled and bland
You ignore your Heart's voice
You ignore your Soul's cries
You keep it all under Lock and Key
For you think that's where Safety lies
But I've got news for you, my friend
You're merely losing Time
It keeps on ticking over each day
Running through the Sands like Wildfire
Where Ancient Forests get decimated
All Life gets burned to the ground
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
Until there's no longer any Sound
When are you going to take stock
And embrace your deepest Passions?
When are you going to undo the Locks
And allow Love and Light to be in Fashion?
You'd rather listen to sad, heartbreak music
Than risk putting your Heart on the line
You're "happy" caring for nothing
Because you're avoiding feelings sublime
It's way too overwhelming for you
You who want cold and distance
All that ice in your veins is killing you
You're becoming frozen in resistance
But you forget about inflexibility
How it's so very bad for your Soul
If you can't move with Grace and adapt to Life
Your Body's dis-ease is the thing that shows
All that pent up Rage and Hunger
All those emotions stagnant and locked away
You're going to have to break to Free them
It's unfortunately the only way
To let the Light in to warm you
Your Body, Heart, Mind and Soul
To give you Hope and Faith
And Grace and Mercy untold
For you to Survive and Thrive
To become a better you
To eventually let someone in
Who might reveal new Truths
Maybe you'll get the girl next time
Maybe you'll be Happier one day
But until that Miracle occurs
For you I'll just keep Praying
© Michelle Morris, 2024