I’ll go to the shore to scream
at the belligerent sea
and the hostile white horses will gallop and rear,
starting at that curious sound.
Or I’ll climb a grey mountain
and wail from the top of that mighty rock
which will tremble and threaten,
and cause distant crowds to run in fear.
Maybe I’ll crawl into the blackest cave
and the echoes of my howls
will wake the foul creatures there
and send them out to scare the innocents.
But most likely I’ll sob
soundless puddles into my pillow,
sending no ripples into the world,
alone and vexing no one.
Without a word
nought can be said
Without it’s dreams
all life is dead
Without a goal
it can’t be found
Without a tune
there is no sound
Without a smile
no friends to make
Without a god
nothing to hate
The waterfall cries extraneous tears
which catch on the wasteful wind
then drop, and pool in puddles on the ground,
where people walk, regardless.
Even the smallest tree
will become taller
when it reaches for the stars
He flounders through the white rooms
whilst stars falter
and sink into the weeping dark
and night will become day
only when that child opens his eyes
The sun, in orange glory,
leaves us in the velvet dark
to wonder at nights spectacle
Today the prompt is ‘Drawer’ and the poem should be in the form of an Ode (in praise of something or someone) using the poetry form Apostrophe (no, not one of them, but it’s a term that means a poem that speaks to an individual).
Right ho then.
Well, I’m a day late. I spent a long time yesterday morning working on some verses ’til my mind was drowning in mediocre metaphors and sinful similies. The resulting ‘poem’ turned out to be utterly awful and actually quite a bit ‘off piste’ too. So it’s been abandoned (stuck in a drawer) I’ll go back to it another day and when I eventually finish it it will delight you with its wonderful wordsmithery and melodic meter. In the meantime, well….
I can only apologise….
An Ode to my Knickers
You’re not big bloomers or tiny thongs
Just Marks and Spencer cotton ones
You give my bum a soft embrace
Without the need of frills or lace
You smooth my contours, hide my flaws
What would I do without you drawers?
My muffin top would surely flop
above my trendy trouser top
There’d be a draft about my aft
I’m sure my rear would get quite chaffed
But with the help of your elastic
Oh dear drawers, I feel fantastic!