Cyclonic thoughts ebb and flow
Cyclonic thoughts ebb and flow
Smeared with failures’ dung
dashed power of one
my castrated life
∼ ∞ ∼
I am embalmed in a bit of self pity right now as it appears that my career as a nurse is over due to ill health. Nursing is a field not friendly to health problems and limitations.
with longing as your/
tobacco edged, warm brandied tones/
swirl my senses with their cockney’d inflections and/
I am driven with desire to unpart the curtain of hated space and time
will myself into your solid presence
so that I may be transcended into bliss as you
whisper into my ear, my beloved friend, my English dream-lover
I love Engish accents and I can relate to the hilarious scene in a “Fish Called Wanda” where Wanda is having an ecstatic moment while John Cleese is speaking in Russion. Ok, I dont get the Russion but English accents make me want to swoon. This is part pure fantasy and part dedication to my good English friend who turns my knees to jelly with “hello”. Thank you for being so very very….you.
Fibonacci: a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc). Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number. If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.
Fickle tide turns around
Flock to ambitions’ trends
Forked covert tongue extends
Fucks me from end to end….
Harsh eh? There are people in my life, people I politically have to ‘friend’ that I will never, NEVER understand. I will never be adept to dancing to a tune that can change in a measure. I will never get used to those 180 ° turns, those subtle slaps that some people can deal just because they can.
The thirst for absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Pleiades: Seven lines, six syllables each line. The first word of the sentence matches the first word in the single title.
I conscripted you
a tsunami of
as I swept away
your torrents of resentment
with false pretense.
Now our relationship,
a farcical lean-to,
an unbolted façade,
with each mendacious huff,
each empty puff of air.
We shore up our fragile shelter
and bolt down empty promises
with the brightness of “someday”.
I love what I call “photoluminent” art. I don’t know the real word for it, but that word evokes a perfect image for me, so that is what I call it. And I love that poetry takes meaning from imagery and not accuracy!
Tanka: 5 lines with a 5/7/5/7/7 syllabic count
dip my lips
in a boiling vat
of poisonous lies as I swear
allegiance to these egomaniac psychopaths?
But O! Treacherous brain! Weary of political insanity, I long to flee………
Inevitably as the new day dawns I peel away the acrid flesh, re-painting a veneer crooked as the pretenses they espouse…..
Wow. You are wondering what bee got into my bonnet? Don’t you ever feel the same way but just cannot express it? We say we have free speech, but you and I know that we do not in some areas of our lives. At least not without severe consequences. I feel like much of my life is lived as an abused fish in a very small, dirty fishbowl. I definitely needed a poetic laxative 🙂 and this, er, spilled out as a Fibonacci. I have never created a Fib out to 34 syllables, so this is a first for me. It was rife with technical goof ups, but in the end says what I meant it to relate.
Fibonacci: popularized in 2006 by poet Greg Pincus, who used the Fibonacci sequence as lines in a poem. The fib sequence uses the prior 2 numbers to create the next number: 0/ 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34.