Honey

Today’s prompt, Sweet,  is from Sunday Scribbling.

Honey

 

Dripping down the edge,

my finger touches the sticky

sweetness, to my lips.

Trust

Trust

 

I opened my window

letting in the sunshine,

releasing you

from me,

renewing my strength.

 

The memories

that once haunted me, drifted

through rays of golden light,

opening my heart

once again.

 

I will not punish myself

for trusting you,

instead

I will trust myself for

believing in me.

Secrets

This is my first attempt at an Sonnet for my poetry class along with a submission to 3WW. The three words for this week are : Feign, Imply and Virtue.  I know I have a lot to learn about Sonnets, but here is my first attempt.

Secrets

I am the product of my own desires.

Sensual secrets, buried beneath my skin,

only to be exposed in the passions of fire.

Guilty whispers, echoing an unforgiving sin.

I am blinded by your touch; I imply

virtue no more. Our forbidden passion flows

like a raging river; I cannot deny

my concealed expectations. My heart knows,

as time passes and I watch the sunrise,

we must set ourselves free; return tomorrow

along that bumpy, dusty road of demise.

Feign happiness, and accept the sorrow

placed upon others in a moment of lust,

and try to regain an acceptance of trust.

Blackened Tears

Today for our poetry assignment we had to go through the newspaper and find an article to write a poem about. We had to  write like we witnessed the account. I read a tragedy that recently happened in Edmonton Alberta. A terrible explosion in a neighbourhood. There wasn’t a lot written in the article but there were a lot of pictures. It’s was a  very traumatic story.

Blackened Tears

Billowing black clouds

mushroomed high,

colouring blue skies, with fear

Scattered debris, like matchsticks

discarded, flames snuffed and smouldering

The explosion echoed

rattling my windows

A monster knocking, no where to hide

Its eyes like flames,

glowing behind torn curtains

Tangled pieces of metal, embedded

in rooftops and vehicles

Dandelions and green grass,

once blanketed with lazy bodies on hot summer days,

now a graveyard to the shrapnel of shattered lives

Sunday’s sprinklers

replaced with fire hoses,

spraying high to unforgiving

flames, choking cries

from the shocked and traumatized

Darkness falls; 1:20 Sunday afternoon,

sirens fill the streets

A warzone

Through smoky scenes,

masked saviours search

A nightmare, dreamt with

eyes open

An explosion, unknown

Three men’s lives, stolen

on a Day for Fathers

Grandma

Today’s post is actually an assignment for my poetry class and a submission for Thursday Tales. This is my first time submitting any writing at Thursday Tales although I have stopped by and read a lot and have really enjoy the site. My assignment was to look at a picture and  write ten lines. The first line – ask a question by the character. Next four lines- introduce a conflict the character has. Next four lines – resolve the conflict. Final line – rephrase the initial conflict in the first line, which is called an envelope effect”.

Grandma

Can you hear my words, lost in an echo?

Whispering swing, gently hushed

wisps of hair falling, unnoticed

I wait for your arms

to comfort me

My eyes find you, there!

Your smell; cinnamon and blackberries

lifting me high, my fingers

touch your skin, softly

Can you hear my words, lost in your heart?

image courtesy:   andrewf1