Bee’s Poem of the Day ~

Hello everybody, I hope you are having a wonderful day. Was walking our rescue greyhound Sherky this morning and we saw the moon in a gorgeous sky and some deer over the road. I am always awed when these graceful creatures honour me with their presence. This walk inspired me to try out a haiku and I would like to share it with Carol Anne and you:

Waning moon above

she feels freezing hands and nose

deer running along

 

May you have a wonderful day! x Bee x

 

What if?

sitting here
living in fear
fear he’ll find me
if he does
what then?
what will he do?
what will be my fate?
silence as i sit
shiver and quiver
contemplate
my next move
and contemplate
his, too.

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Carol Anne’s Poetry Challenge for The Bee (14.11.18)

Thank’s Carol Anne for this weeks poetry challenge: Shimmering Glass

I am in a funny mood at the moment. It’s not really bad or going into depression even though I was close at the weekend but it sort of borders along it. So this prompt is like a shining beacon in my own weirdness if that makes sense.

Still, I could not really come up with something so I thought I am using my go-to page when I want to create poetry but can’t really get going: Language is a virus! The games and gadgets on that page are just brilliant to get your muse back into gear 😉

We had used its cut-up-machine a couple of days ago over at #frapalymo but I went for the haiku Madlib today: You are offered a row of boxes to add an adjective and a noun (three of each) and then your name. And it creates a haiku for you in the style of Basho. (sorry dear master for this indiscretion 😉 )

And this is mine for today:

In the Majorelle sky
these calm beach
A shimmering Glass

by Basho & The Bee                                      (admit I properly cheated LOL )

Hope you enjoyed this and feel free to take part and write your own poem to “shimmering glass”. Also, please do not miss Carol Anne’s poem to my prompt “Sand between my toes” here.

This is abuse

to shed a tear seems a crime
it happened before, not at this time
horrid, horrible, tragic
the abuse
never such a thing as calling a truce
i would beg, i would plead,
i would suffer, i would bleed
and at it’s end i’d be left alone
to make another
like a clone
Someone to carry on for me
to take the place where I couldn’t be

Old poetry

gripped by fear
she falls apart
tries to self soothe
nothing works
the flashbacks overcome her
vomiting for a whole hour
till her stomach is empty of everything
screaming silently
as a nurse holds her shaking body
is this how it is going to be forever?

A poetry prompt: Black dog

The lovely bee over at the bee writes, has challenged us to come up with a poem for the prompt, black dog.

Heres my attempt.

thoughts they linger
will they ever subside
the black dog
he hides?
and sometimes
he comes out
shows his ugly face
spews his ugly venum
and thoughts
and on days when that happens
All I want to do
Is curl up into a tiny ball
Look invisible
And say
Go away, black dog, go away!

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Poetry

staring blankly ahead
numb, disengaged
numb to everything
everyone around her going on with life
as she sits and tries to breathe
rapid heartbeat
shallow breath
feeling so unsettled
unstable, the instability is the worst thing
she hears others voices
sees them in front of her
they try to engage with her
but she cant engage with them
she cant speak
for if she does
a torent of tears
will escape her eyes
slide down her face
why? why is she so sad?
haunted by memories
memories of horrible things
in her past
the memories, last
unable to stand them now
not for another minute
so she somehow starts to try
to distract
to engage her mind
as time ticks by
ever so slowly
and she ponders
is it going to be like this forever?