My heart is a ghost town

Note: This is the first cut of a song I’m working on for acoustic guitar, but I thought I’d stop here and call it a poem for now — Draft 1.


GhostTownStrolling down these dusty streets
Once again I walk alone
I’m taunted by the howling wind
Laughing, saying I told you so.

Even the tumbleweeds drift on by
Taking no notice of my bitter sorrow
Rolling on without a care
Knowing what I can never have.

Saloon doors swing, and welcome me in.
I sit alone at the empty bar
Seeking solace at the bottom of the bottle,
But my thirst for you is never quenched.

My soul wanders in a ghost town
Since you walked away without me
Leaving me here with the tumbleweeds,
A dry reminder of my lonesome heart.

~~~ *Yinyang* *Peace* ~~~

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Mind Dance

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Thoughts meander
like a stream through the woods.
A moment of sunlight,
A moment of shadow
Cast by the tallest trees.
A clear cool spring,
Bubbling over
Or standing still.
Deep dark pools.
Swirling leaves
In eddies
Among the fallen trees.
Nurturing all that grows within.
Reflecting all that is around.
Thunder clouds and
Wispy bits of angel wings.
Feathers that float on high,
Carried by breezes
To places yet unknown.

~~~

Creative Expressions #6: Fire and Ice

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Welcome to the 6th edition of Pen’n’Tonic’s Creative Expressions challenge.

I’m back from holidays and vacation and ready to have some fun in 2015. Won’t you join me?

Each week on Tuesday (as time permits), I’ll post a word, a phrase, a picture, or an idea that will constitute a prompt from which to submit a poem, a flash fiction piece (not longer than 250 words), an original photograph, an original artwork, or a combination of these things that you think applies to the week’s theme.

Interpret the theme as you see fit. The only rules are that you be creative, be original, and have fun. Post your entry on your own blog and add your link to the InLinkz page (see little blue frog link below).

As with most challenges of this sort, I encourage you to provide feedback, respectful critiques, or general comments. Simple “Likes” are good too!

This week I challenge you to write a piece about contrasting concepts. Make up your own pair of words or choose one from my list:

  • fire and ice
  • fork and spoon
  • earth and sky
  • salt and pepper
  • light and dark
  • clean and dirty
  • left and right
  • love and hate
  • floor and ceiling
  • winter and summer

I’ve written a poem about fire and ice — and choices. I hope you enjoy it.
Happy (belated) New Year to you all.

Choices

Chaos singes the corners of my mind
I stand silent
In the cold shadows of fate
Frozen in this moment
I touched the ice
It burned me
Cold shivers flicker in my soul
I retreat
I know not which way to turn
If I turn right
I may freeze
Into blue crystals of ice
If I turn left
I may burn
In a white-hot flame
Not dead, but not alive
Melting in a puddle of time.

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Creative Expressions #1: Morning Mist

 

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Today, I’m starting a new weekly personal challenge. Simply put, I’m challenging myself to post more things more often.

I invite you to join me.

Each week on Tuesday (as time permits), I’ll post a word, a phrase, a picture, or an idea that will constitute a prompt from which to write a poem, a flash fiction piece (not longer than 200 words), an original photograph, an original artwork, or a combination of these things that you think applies to the week’s theme.

Interpret the theme as you see fit. The only rules are that you be creative, be original, and have fun. Post your entry on your own blog and add your link to the InLinkz page (see little blue frog link below).

As with most challenges of this sort, I encourage you to provide feedback, respectful critiques, or general comments. Simple “Likes” are good too!


Morning Mist (Haiku)

For this week’s challenge, I’ve posted an original photograph that I particularly like. This was the view from my studio/office window early one morning this past summer. I’ve written a Haiku. I hope you enjoy my 17 syllables.

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Dawn light spreads its arms
Over blue-gray morning mist.
Luminescent dreams.

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Collection open until midnight Monday December 1st, 2014.

Summer breeze

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Floating on the breeze
Sweet breaths of air lift my wings
Summer ferns call to me
I rest
But only for a moment
Soft currents chant my song
The wind carries my melody
I am in tune with nature.