Monthly Poetry Challenge :: Enjambment

[Mantra]

Write a poem of at least ten lines, whose lines are all enjambed (except for the last line). Enjambment is a poetic device in which one line, sentence, or phrase runs into the next without end-stopping or the use of terminal punctuation.
For example T.S. Elliot's The Wasteland, where 5 of the 7 lines are enjambed:

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers."

As usual, feel free to post your finished work in the main forum for feedback.

[Mantra]

On the afternoon when
the clouds came I hudled under your calm
before the storm
to smell the rain
running down your brow
furled like the edges of umbrellas
( your heartland was trembling
more than the air
and old dogs
from thunder)

and I don't know how
I expected to puddle jump
unprepared
by yours muddy brown,smiling
a deluge of laugh lines
but the shelter of your limbs
said your lips looked
like the best port
(i remember how
our jawbones creaked like
the floor boards
in old houses in Oklahoma as the sky
beat the dust from our shoulders)

It was peaceful and terrible
the sound of your love
calm like storm shelters with ears
in the dirt listening
for the sound of it ripping
every nail from my
solitude


@Atti happy?

[Atti]

@Mantra this is a milestone


i watched as the flowers, grew
to know you like the dirt they call, home
is the smell of falling, forests
were crippled in the coffins they built
waiting for, you
never saw the nails falling until
the decomposed around you
and turned into the, dirt
rained across your forehead like, lead
balloons lifted in reverse
for the celebration we didn't have

just flowers and a, rock
marked one single spot
to represent everything you'd ever done.

[Yoda]

I let a spliff burn off my lip, mist
diminishing my view as I, slipped
past that ash holding me a death,wish
I had a hold over that rope,hanging
like a branch with no leaves, starving
while I'm carving murals on,you
startled at the sound of me,breathing
a symphony of notes as I'm, falling
backwards to where it all,began
at the point of singularity

Cross fading an atom revolving,around
me is a circle of secrets and a,star
of david illuminating my thoughts.

[English]

_pygmalion

between rock and hard place: hearts ache
from chiseled little jags
shaping clay in
to that you'd wish to have. perfect
the image, breast
and instress, from neck to instep
you project its interests (perfect when finished). press
the index digit against its physics
where you feel the pulse drum
false. hum, sweet nothings in the ear.

[Split Eight]

love is everything, a whisper-- she loves
as whispers meet... a sudden distance
of emptied forests, sing. in between. you
and me, lower voice, still (hushed)
forgetting all as Monday morning
flushed an open void. swill, cup
solo read. a bad reminder, rushed
hungover stress, as absent-minded
as brainless Starbucks quotes with no
beginning and no end. tomorrow
never must restart- as harsh as when the winter
warrants getting thinner. one of these does not belong
love, is everything- a whisper.

[Laureate]

Staring blankly at my screen, trying to recreate
the feelings I had oh so long ago, where words
flowed freely onto paper before being copied
onto the screen. posted. Queue the applause as
letters become words become a thought thrown
down for all to see. This whirlwind of emotions
is a dizzying effect of the mind. Trapping myself
in a world which I no longer feel comfortable or even
recognize anymore. Keys clang while my fingers pound
down on unsuspecting symbols. I remember
pen on paper, what a romantic idea.

[Moniker]

"I remember pen on paper, what a romantic idea." - brilliance.

This guy @Laureate still gots it.

[SaltyZ801]

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[Soule]

His razor claws tore through
the victimized lamb as it slowly
bled and cried all over the field
of dreams that had been flooded
by the God of Old Testaments.
The lion finished his meal and
and left the crime scene in an
aggravated fashion as the vultures
swiftly picked apart the caution
tape and picked at the the lambs remains.