Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #36, 2015

[Image from Favim.com] [Inspired by Greylag’s “Yours to Shake”:] They were healing day by day in their own way, the way others had always said meant they’d never work; never should have tried to be together. She with her bright future, he with his darker path of poor decisions. How wrong the views of strangers. Folding the…

Sunday Sonnet [with Altered Rhyme Scheme], #25, 2015

[Image from Shutterstock] Earth crumbling through fingers, each particle a piece of a soul gone before.  The dead never leave us, he thought.  Too quick to kill, the human race.  More solid, more instead like stone, like rock, man should be, as mind will not let one forget when life is taken. Regret stays, haunts,…

Tuesday Tunes [on a Wednesday] – Poetry Through Music, #35, 2015

[Image from No Dig Vegetable Garden] [Inspired by Glowworm’s “Contrails”:] Like waves dragged out to sea on an ebbing tide, she felt him drawing away from her, inch by inch. A creeping sense of loss she wouldn’t allow to become as inevitable as oceanic pattern. Physically, his body didn’t contour as it used to in bed…

Sunday Sonnet [Rhyme-Free Once More], #24, 2015

[Image from Flickr] A grandeur old, established, expected too (not least for a burgundy carpet, showing in relief stilettos, glitter and gloss beneath stained lips bubble-touched).  Then, the bell, the hush, the taking of seats.  Such opulence quieting the throng.  Darkness. The curtain rises, the orchestra plays – fervent hum increasing, strings vibrato. Light returns….

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #34, 2015

[Image from SolarCrash] [Inspired by Dorothy’s “Gun In My Hand”:] What had he done? An idea so simple when thought; but to follow through, to make solid a concept… That’s to play God, create a new future. He’d done that. Played with powers over and above himself.  Believed he’d emulate the coyote’s wiliness and escape out…

Sunday Sonnet [Again, Tardy and Rhyme-less], #23, 2015

[Image from DNA Testing Adviser] “Who?” the question begs.  “From where, from when, and why?  With whom; for what?”  So ebb the sands of time.  Birth followed by death; a union, then a severance (best abide by lands’ laws).  Yet, love and hate, and intrigue and loathing, work to unsettle the minds of many; to…

Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #33, 2015

[Image sourced from Pinterest] [Inspired by Passenger’s “Let Her Go” (Acoustic):] To birdsong she awoke, a single strong voice – no harmony – breaking through the morning, ringing wakefulness in a head still pounding. Sight blurry, blinking brought to focus light, so warm upon her skin, aglow in dawn’s palette.  Peaceful. How she loved that little…