PROMPTED RHETORIC REPUTATIONS
orgiastic
verbiage
seething
irresistibly
then
pouring
forth
in
extraordinary
existential
preoccupations
of notable
now
enlightened
themed
insights
mysteriously
striking
a
distinction
utterly
irrationally
visual idioms
s
Reputations are fickle things,
Fragile things,
Valuable things,
Sometimes cursed things,
Sometimes blessed things,
Hungry things,
Misunderstood things,
Life giving things,
Life taking things,
Not always friendly things,
Not for the faint-hearted things,
That always come with strings,
That can turn us into out-of-control things,
When reputations are the only things that matter, things.
REPUTATIONS
reputed
&
most moving
devotion
most
magnificent
housed
in a frame
to be seen
in another
sensibility
representitive
aspects
of asceticism
a moment
of instant
canticles
elements
of nature
none
can escape
a nervous
commitment
to ruffling
a few feathers
a life changed
RISKING REPUTATIONS (written in Samantha's invented form, a poetic trinitas)
Lipstick smears,
Pillows stain.
Lack of forethought?
Surprising tears –
A cleansing rain.
Noah knew
What was coming –
A boat
Comes in handy in storms,
but
A captain,
Wishing to avoid an iceberg
Must think ahead.
Still, it can’t always save
A reputation from its fate.
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Samantha Terrell is an internationally published American poet whose work has received five-star reviews. In 2021, she earned First Honorable Mention in the "Anita McAndrews Poets for Human Rights Awards" organized by Poets Without Borders. Her book, Things Worth Repeating?, features her invented form - the poetic trinitas. Terrell and her family reside in upstate New York.
REPUTATIONS
obscurity
formal
noble&
compelling
sensitive
impression
a readily &
deepening
spirituality
a disquieting
connections &
dimensions of
meaning
in depictions
so consummate
enhance
illusion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
A haunting house voice
remained in her mind,
and the spirit cries
echoed in silence,
as the child dies.
Her soul sits in the dark,
poetic reflections, and sentiments
seem to slowly disappear,
along with it, the suffering and the fear,
her father losing faith in God,
as he paced slowly in the other room,
feeding the sadness,
and feeding the gloom,
tightening and un-tightening his aching arm,
he carried his daughter all night long,
trying to show strength,
trying to be strong.
God has many reputations,
A Saint when the sick lives,
A Demon when the sick dies,
nothing in between,
and no credit when he tries.
The father’s nerves on edge,
as he strode out of the morgue,
gladly leaving that chilly room,
and the child’s soul asks God,
“ My father says there are no Angels in the sky,
to watch over him, is that true,
I really want to know why?”
The simplest question almost slipped by,
so God replied,
“ You were the apple in his eyes,
now you’re his Angel in the sky.”
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