A Moment Captured
By Pia Bartolini
The Secrets and the Lullabies
Woes or Glory
Silt and Shine
Behind the Slumbering Eyes
The Memories and Tawdry Dreams
Burn the Chaff
Sell the Seed
Whipped with Clotted Cream
The Passion and Turbid Lust
Lain so Fallow
Stilled and Down
Arraigned by Dancing Dust
The Sinew and the Lilting Beat
Swathed in Silk
Steeped in Pain
Splayed Beneath our Feet
The Blissed Ascent to Reverie
Paved in Woe
Lined with Loss
Beyond our Paltry Dreams
The Glassy and Surreal Dance
Bent and Frayed
Austere and Slight
Tipped upon a Glance
* * *
Well there you have it. This poem was an experiment with texture, the way the words FEEL, physically and otherwise. Also with color, each word stands on its own, a picture, singularly. It was a risky experiment on my part, since the meter is weird for me and the concept is a bit alien * an entire poem to capture one glance * It is a definite success in my book, my muse was being particularly suave
Jack: Hella yeah! Rico Suave, baby!
Taryl: SHUT UP JACK
Jack: Don't you DARE insult me……..besides, without me you're LOST! MWAHAHA!!
Taryl: er…….not exactly. * pulls something purple out of an old sock * You see dear, I have been hiding something from you……introducing MY SUPREME MUSE OF UBER-SEXUAL DRIVEL!!! * thunder rumbles from somewhere in the distance*
Mirai Trunks: * goes pale after seeing the daggers Jack is glaring* he-hey now, leave me outta this….
Jack: *producing a roll of duct tape * Here little bishie…come to PAPA!!!!
*M. Trunks yelps and hides back in his sock *
MORE CHRONICLES OF SLEEP DEPRIVATION COMING ATTCHA….NEXT POEM!!!!!
Ta Ta for now, and REVIEW PROMPTLY or face the wrath of *thunder bellows * …….
…….
…….
* grins sheepishly * Well, hehehe, it seems I forgot who's wrath you'd be facing…so um….bye bye!
By Pia Bartolini
The Secrets and the Lullabies
Woes or Glory
Silt and Shine
Behind the Slumbering Eyes
The Memories and Tawdry Dreams
Burn the Chaff
Sell the Seed
Whipped with Clotted Cream
The Passion and Turbid Lust
Lain so Fallow
Stilled and Down
Arraigned by Dancing Dust
The Sinew and the Lilting Beat
Swathed in Silk
Steeped in Pain
Splayed Beneath our Feet
The Blissed Ascent to Reverie
Paved in Woe
Lined with Loss
Beyond our Paltry Dreams
The Glassy and Surreal Dance
Bent and Frayed
Austere and Slight
Tipped upon a Glance
* * *
Well there you have it. This poem was an experiment with texture, the way the words FEEL, physically and otherwise. Also with color, each word stands on its own, a picture, singularly. It was a risky experiment on my part, since the meter is weird for me and the concept is a bit alien * an entire poem to capture one glance * It is a definite success in my book, my muse was being particularly suave
Jack: Hella yeah! Rico Suave, baby!
Taryl: SHUT UP JACK
Jack: Don't you DARE insult me……..besides, without me you're LOST! MWAHAHA!!
Taryl: er…….not exactly. * pulls something purple out of an old sock * You see dear, I have been hiding something from you……introducing MY SUPREME MUSE OF UBER-SEXUAL DRIVEL!!! * thunder rumbles from somewhere in the distance*
Mirai Trunks: * goes pale after seeing the daggers Jack is glaring* he-hey now, leave me outta this….
Jack: *producing a roll of duct tape * Here little bishie…come to PAPA!!!!
*M. Trunks yelps and hides back in his sock *
MORE CHRONICLES OF SLEEP DEPRIVATION COMING ATTCHA….NEXT POEM!!!!!
Ta Ta for now, and REVIEW PROMPTLY or face the wrath of *thunder bellows * …….
…….
…….
* grins sheepishly * Well, hehehe, it seems I forgot who's wrath you'd be facing…so um….bye bye!