The whispers
of insomnia
cluttered and
distorted-
It’s nothing more , nothing less
than a sleepless night.
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Tag Archives: night
Cradle Song ~ Culla Canzone*
* for my father
Cradle Song
The spider weaves a silent night
glitter thread through the eye of a needle
As a father whispers secret songs
the little girl sleeps, finally softened.
by Brett Flashnick
Culla Canzone
Il ragno tesse una notte silenziosa
filo luccichio per la cruna di un ago
Come un padre sussurra canzoni segrete
della bambina dorme, finalmente addolcita
filo luccichio per la cruna di un ago
Come un padre sussurra canzoni segrete
della bambina dorme, finalmente addolcita
Like this:
Z to A in 26 Days-Nov 29- B burns Bright!
when night burns too bright
the moon tells me her secrets
whispering fullness
submitted to
and
Like this:
to write love on MY arms
One Shot Week 21
Inspired to share some of my own story by Pete Marshall and Sheila Moore
I offer two pieces and ask for one shot
Untitled
I
Hope to
Find
A way
To forgive
Myself
The
Sharp blades
Bitter words
I used to harm
My soul and
Body.
Such
Hatred
Scars.
WALTZ WAVE: This form, named for Leo Waltz, the Web Manager of Sol Magazine, asks for a one-stanza titled poem, with nineteen lines; each line has a set number of syllables.
Pattern: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 1
Untitled (song)
This little girl lives on the inside
She don’t wanna feel this way
Just wants to smile to know what it feels like
Secret dancer in a mirrored box
Dancing around her shattered heart
I see myself and all I have to hide
…and she says
(BRIDGE)
Found a little sanity on the inside
The cold, hard blade moves across the outside
Found a little bit of blood mixes well with wine
…and she says
(CHORUS)
Hold me softly
Someone please hold me while I sway
Hold me softly
She don’t care, what it feels like
It’s not her story, anymore
She turns her back against angry tears
Scratching down her face
She don’t wanna feel this way
Pretending to be stone she dosen’t feel so small
…as she turns to walk away
(BRIDGE X 1)
(CHORUS X 1)
Like this:
A Taste
One Shot Photo Prompt
A taste
of night remains.
Here is where you were mine;
sweet and heavy inside my mouth.
Blurred bodies in a primitive embrace.
Fingers tangle flesh parting lips
in prayer; a sacred
offer for just
a taste.
Rictameter Rictameter is a scheme similar to Cinquain. Starting your first line with a two syllable word, you then consecutively increase the number of syllables per line by two. i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 Then down again, 8, 6, 4, 2 Making the final line the same two syllable word you began with.
Like this:
Z to A in 26 Days: N is for Night…Ninja…Neuropathy
#1
another night terror
ninja crickets in bathroom
my cats are trembling
#2
100 degrees
the heat index will whisper
neuropathic lies
Catch up on Z to A in 26 Days!
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