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"Should I Depart Early" Unofficial Poetry Challenge
Hi, all! For those who haven't seen my poems from last week - yes, I'm back on Vocal after a long-ish hiatus. And yes, this has happened before. What can I say, I ebb and flow like the tide. It's become a regular enough thing that I think at some point soon I'll stop mentioning it entirely! But for now, I can think of no better way to get reconnected with this lovely community than to send out another unofficial challenge, and see what inevitable brilliance you lot conjure up. So without further ado, I'd like to announce the start of my "Should I Depart Early" Unofficial Poetry Challenge!
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
Blessed Rain
The world is still and dark as the clock ticks silently past midnight. Doors barred against the relentless heat, the town sleeps, lulled by the constant drone of the instruments of alleviation. I lie awake, sensing the oscillations of the offset noise. A sudden flash of white-hot light breaches the blinds and illuminates the room. With a hypnotic flicker, it disappears, leaving only its memory, searing my retinas. A long moment passes, followed by the sharp roar of the splitting sky. Another moment, then the sound of the downpour in sheets on the window panes. Blessed moisture, sorely needed arrives at last, and all that lives rejoices. The reprieve will not last. The land is hot, and thirsty, but for now, I close my weary eyes as another lance of light pierces the darkness. Sleep comes before the thunder.
By Dana Crandell3 months ago in Poets
Solipse of the Heart
Crashing down The rabbit hole Roots tear at Strawberry hair Splash down in the bluefin sky I backstroke Past a troupe of fried Lobsters spitting butter in My pastel eye As I dance the jive Dodo’s smudge lines In the rainbow sand So I race the tide even as Fear for my sanity takes root All grow restless as the Music suddenly mutes Shimmying down Twisting purple vines I watched the crowd pass Going nowhere fast Jogging in place At my own glacial pace None had family or A discernible past We all wonder aimlessly Searching our hearts For freshly baked mushroom tarts Dreaming up new havens To escape the buzzing Ts We roll around fretfully Like hedgehogs seizing On a crimson-painted lawn
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
