Lips
swell.
Dimples
on rosy cheeks
ignite winning smile
yet scream hangs; a lump in the throat.
Prettiness and innocence interrupted as the
sweet sixteen rebels and conforms
merging cultures; a
pleasure and
bother.
Lips
part.
note: This is my Fibonacci poem attempt with a syllable count per line 1/1/2/3/5/8/13, and then back down. Phew…such counting fun!
It’s 3 a.m. in the morn, Nameless is already shouting:
“Get out of the way and let me write my story!”
It’s been days of dilly-dallying;
Avoidance persistent
It’s happened once before; the hijacking
A character once held me captive in a place
Where sense of time disappears
– Unimaginable ecstasy
Bitter wind wailing outside is no concern of mine
As lips curl into a smile for I know a secret;
I’m about to enter the zone
note: I’ve been so busy of late, and unfortunately with things that don’t inspire much creativity. I miss the creative and inventive process of writing, and the utter joy of being in the moment.
“One kind word can warm three winter months.”
~ A Japanese proverb
Talking machine churns
And skips to the previous groove;
Rhetoric is broken
Churns the machine
Producing discord instead of sound;
A source of confusion
Word churner stirs
Audiences no longer interested
Put a lid on
For everyone has a word
But it’s layer of kindness that makes
A whole lot of difference.