The Last Is Always
Cause and effect in Bill Murray's movie,
A catastrophic result--not groovy,
Seems to resonate from inner cities,
Rural towns, family ties less risky.
Envision a world sensing an accord,
Attempts to reunite, oneness reward,
Scenes of rejoicing, gatherings displayed,
Mournful treasures, a waterfall cascade.
Unusual disturbances, no doubt,
Impressive emotional scenes, about.
Fighting, arguing, just death and mayhem,
Kissing, hugging, harmony, and amen.
These couple synopses yield those extremes,
Drawing something among nightmares and dreams.
2019 August 19
*2nd Place*
What if there was no tomorrow
~~Silent One
Categories:
synopses, allegory, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Sonnet
Lately been receiving a plethora of responses
Don't understand the reason for an increase in synopses
It's the same old silly me
Sending smiles for free
That nasty bad dude fate, it definitely outfoxes
Categories:
synopses, appreciation,
Form: Limerick
Louis Bayard
for all we know he didn't really have to try hard
some exquisite bon mots
then those searing synopses had us back in our throes.
Categories:
synopses, addiction,
Form: Clerihew
The smell of watermelon candy...
The warm, never ending sun on my face...
Foolish childhood endeavors...
Imagination as vast as space...
Those awkward, nervous moments...
Did she like me or not?
Kissing on the band bus;
hoping to not get caught...
Having no real plans...
Always living in the day...
Neat, packaged life...
No concept of disarray...
But then times cruel hand
started dismantling my youth...
It threw me on the floor,
and shoved my face in the truth...
It's odd now walking around these
lonely graves...
To see my name etched in granite;
when I wanted my ashes within the waves...
Categories:
synopses, life,
Form: Free verse
She hears the ring from half sleep,
and reaches out in the direction of
sound, fumbling, spilling last night's anesthetic wine,
something new she's trying to ease the loneliness.
The image of the red soaking into the carpet,
there for eternity like a blood stain,
Fires her synopses and she grabs then the
still ringing phone and a sock to soak the stain.
"Hello" she says weakly and a little breathless
in her attempts with the sock.
"Hello" he deeply and resonantly returns
and time stops.
His voice is like honey covering
and shielding her from the tiresome world
Like when his body covered hers in love all
those nights and days before he left.
And a pleasant tingle in her spine
and the sudden inability to breathe
Tells her she still loves him, no matter what she says.
But he has called to talk to her son
and "I've got it" the son says on the other line.
"Okay" she says breathlessly strangling now for air
and places the phone carefully back in its cradle.
The deep honey voice still hums in her mind,
and she basks in the afterglow, a secret pleasure,
And wishes she could feel at least this good forever.
Categories:
synopses, lost love, voice, voice,
Form: Narrative
I thank you all for allowing me
An astutely marvelous opportunity
To spark synopses atriums
And bounce ideas from craniums
That is the mattress under lights
Where rocket ships prepare for flight
They launch for space in peaceful moods
And head for bulbs of orbing moons
Like moths that orbit thought balloons
Categories:
synopses, art, introspection, nature, on
Form: Couplet