Picture This...(March '15)

[Laureate]

8-32 lines. I'll pick the best one and the winner will get their choice of prizes.

1. A poetry collab with yours truly
2. Their next poem stickied
3. A 1 month exception to the 2 link rule (5 poem limit)

[Atti]

if nothing is forever,
then this winter will see the death of me
from the other side
of time.
i stared so deep
into the ivory
that my eyes yawned the length
of massachusetts.
the inhale of each pupil
has consumed every last stitch
of contrast.
the blocks are lined with midnight
eyed
stains
that from the sky
read like piano keys
waging war with the fifth symphony
in C minor
before the earth fades

to white.

[P. Mortuus]

Words don’t come as easy now,
my tongue a little slow- yours sharp
visceral thrusts- each word without pause
every look a disappointed gaze.
You speak for the both of us
drive the point, park it
-get a fine for crossing over lines,
blissfully unaware of the corrosion
the rust- weakening links
and a barrel fit to burst – is it anger,
or a slip to nonchalance?

My darling she…
you probably have an idea having read so much,
isn’t the warmest. She doesn’t bid me farewell
nor welcome me back, no smile
no oven baked bread wafting sweet nothings;
she doesn’t care for that.

I long for the folly’s of youth,
when she would smile
when her ashen existence had radiated.
However, I still walk over
I visit her each morning.
sun , rain sleet or snow- I’ll be there.
No flowers though- she doesn’t care for that…
anymore.

Maybe you’ll join me on a walk
in a different place,
where it’ll be like it used to darling.