For the second week, here are my vsspoem prompts! I enjoyed some of them and was challenged by others. They always start off as short stories and then I remember they’re poems!
That silliness pretty much sums up my week. Got some stuff done around the house and off to get more done!
Hope you guys are all as productive as you want/need to be!
The pen scrawled
Across the page
As the words
Stumbled Into sentences
On the third page
The smile now tears
Their spots marring
She signed in scribbles
And kissed the #letter
The #Cry for Justice
with guns, knives,
all sorts of weapons.
And scarcely words.
The people take it
into their own
Because the scales
How does this change?
When does this change?
(Time zones sometimes screw with my ability to do prompts… Sorry!)
My problems are #mountains
that stand tall
My worries are #mountains
fierce against wind
My goals are #mountains
with no summit
My life is #mountainous
and they only seem larger
despite my steps towards the top.
The grass was burdened with dew
Cool beneath her soft, bare feet
The sun had pulled back its blanket
Its rays of light there to meet
The world seemed to smile at her
Yet she crumbled with defeat
#Serenity was a thing of the past
It was never meant to last
#Inertia does not rule my life.
I am constantly
knocked off course.
Change might be
my middle name.
No path to stick to
like some sort of glue.
I’m bounced along
from spot to spot
Always thinking its right
But its not.
They tell me so.
It’s been a tough week and I still feel lost and unsure. I know I should push forward and fight to normalize my routine again but… The weight of Jasper’s death still clings to me and the silence is a knife straight through my heart.
I hope by trying to tap into other things for the prompts, I might banish this sadness that comes in waves. Hopefully, the ache will lessen with a bit more time and I’ll be able to carry on.
Anyways, the vssof this week still deal with Jasper, but I tried to write about other things, too. I hope you enjoy them.
My #haven is my pets. The soft touch of their fur on my hands and their attentive, soul piercing gaze as they listen to every word. I lost a piece of my haven last night. His barks that woke me with his demands. His warmth as he snuggled close at night. Gone. But not forever.
Staring at the x-rays of her dog, she was #blindsided by the news.
We usually see this with cancer, the vet explained.
The rest of his words were lost on her and tears fell like silent rain down her cheeks. Her husband’s hand was rough yet warm as it rubbed her shoulder.
The #wilds of the world shrink and shrivel in the grasp of greedy humans. Trees fall, uprooted and cut. Lakes dry under an unforgiving sun. Grassy meadows become concrete beaches. Our touch turns the world into a cold, unforgiving landscape. Nature’s tears and cries unheard.
#Bright lights twinkled like rare gems above them. A sky full of treasure they’d never see or know. The soft colours danced upon the packed dirt and they followed it forward, hands clasped in each others. The world was still and silent as they reached the clear waters.
The silence is neverending. An unbreakable entity consuming any whisper of noise and leaving a desperate void in its wake. She cries but the sounds of her sobs dissipate into a vacant air. Sadness fills her gaze like waters in a still lake. The ripples #shatter silence.
Even when the #skyline hid behind trees, her bare feet carried her onward. Just beyond the horizon, she repeated, dragging her tired soul despite its cries. In the daylight, the sun battered her skin through ripped fabric. Her raspy breaths echoed in her ears as she collapsed.
my heart is broken
my mind is unguided
my body is hollowed.
my path forward is gone
my dream is muddled
my goals lost to time
I don’t know what to do
Take time to heal
or push right through.
my only solace is sleep
and it calls again.
Clouds crawl like vines across the darkening
sky absorbing hues of a setting sun
retreating past a foreign horizon.
A lone woman stands beneath its growing
mass with head tilted back to see its forms.
The wind dances around her legs and soars
towards the majesty of the Lady
in the Moon. She envisions a brighter
world just beyond her senses and soft touch.
Ignoring temptation, she wanders home.
Can’t take another punch today
I wish this pain would go away
Another kick will lay me low
And put my heart through another go
No will to rise up and stand
Rather the Darkness holds my hand
I know well its bitter touch
And yet this world’s become too much
So as I lay down to sleep
I hope my soul, it will keep
For if tomorrow waits my gaze
I’ll welcome its numbing ways.
I have officially started reading A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin. I am only two chapters in, but I am enjoying the writing style for sure. I expected it to be similar to J. R. R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings series yet I am appreciating the fact that it is not.
When a book hooks me, I tend to finish it pretty quick, unable to stop reading it. However with books like Lord of the Rings or The Prince of Nothing series, it took months to read. I did enjoy them the whole way through, but they were painstakingly dull at times.
I can’t explain why I felt A Game of Thrones would be similar to Lord of the Rings in terms of writing. Maybe the hype? Its genre? Anyway, while I find it more modern, or easier to read, it does have a formal tone in its language that I envy. I believe it makes it sophisticated, and somehow makes a book more attractive to readers.
Readers may like easy reads, but many enjoy a more complex story, settings, character development. I want to build worlds like a great many authors do outside the confines of our world, or even revealing fantastical layers of it. I guess that is why I am trying to read the books I am, to figure it out.
A Game of Thrones has inspiring phrases, or fragments of sentences that I might just use for some more poems, or maybe an attempt at a short story. After all I do believe all writer’s go through a period of trying to find their own voice, and mimicking their favourite authors on the way. It is educational, I think, and might do me some good in the end.