Smudged Ink
Loin cloth draped around his anorexic body the Buddha
Searched for the Middle Way between Nothing and All
Counted his blessings and figs as his thoughts focussed
In meditation for humility compassion and lasting peace
The tree of life’s branches lightened his shadows of doubt
Enticed the suffering of suffering to lead from above
Aristotle escaped from Plato’s cave into the
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Categories:
smudged, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Smudged
“How are you going today?” you ask,
“Fine” I said…. I lied.
I’m not going to tell you any time soon,
Just how empty I am inside,
And I show you the little show I perform,
By hiding away the real me,
All you see is my smile, a simple small grin,
You see what I want you
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Categories:
smudged, depression, sad,
Form: Quatrain
Smudged Shadow
Smudged shadow
Cold to touch
This aching sorrow
I see too much
Smudged shadow
Carrying the weight of war
A soldier, a woman
Now nothing more
Smudged shadow
Ghostly stare
Eyes of ice
I see you there
Smudged shadow
Through the pane
Your evil presence
Does remain
Smudged shadow
I ask of you
You haunt my life
What am I to do?
Smudged shadow
In day or night
In rain or wind
You stand to fight
Smudged shadow
You
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Categories:
smudged, cry, dark, fear, scary,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Smudged Shadows
As a vermillion Sun feigns its death,
daylight acquiesces to Night's might.
And with a propensity for red,
Sol colors clouds, cerise, and crimson.
Day dwindles as flashing fireflies set
twinkling lights flickering on the scene.
And an austere, featureless landscape
morphs into a field of pixie dust.
Nature imbues the Night with subtle
scents of honeysuckle and wild rose.
And a mix of
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Categories:
smudged, beautiful, color, imagery, imagination,
Form: Blank verse
Tanka 1 About Smudged Roses
Now published at tankajournal.com
Inspired by Chris'tanka contest ~Now, for the contest :)
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Categories:
smudged, absence, books, break up,
Form: Tanka
Smudged
I don’t think he sees me through clear eyes
My heart is lonely and my soul feels his lies
His anger grows deep within his soul
Marching like an enemy toward his foes
Listening was never one of his better traits
He hears what he wants and alters fate
His kisses aren’t warm on my lips like before
His arms leave me
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Categories:
smudged, sadme, longing, me,
Form: Couplet