
Lucas Grogan. Skeleton for MLMM.
blue … blue as a hopeless day
walking in the rain without an umbrella,
he thought of bright red poppy fields –
where delicate tiny petals mutated
turning into opium pods .-
yearning for that substance,
uncut and potent,
he perched on a tree
down by the flowing river
drifting inside a dream
of peace
he’d long forgotten …
the yearning became pain –
a long hopeless silent cry of wracking pain …
it rent his soul from his body
as he fell in the water
to be washed out to sea.
blue … blue as a hopeless day
I took him with me that day.
© G.s.k. 15
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Sunday Whirl Wordle: blue, post, hopeless, perched, umbrella, petals, delicate, tiny, uncut, river, yearning
I was really intrigued Georgia by the idea of ‘blue as a hopeless day’. Well done enjoyed your take very much. Thanks for taking part.
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I’m glad you liked that phrase … blue is my favourite colour, but of course it’s often used for a state of melancholy … and that how I intended it here. Thanks so much for your feedback.
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so poignant..I love your pem, Georgia 🙂 Hope your day is not that blue but yellow!
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Oh the sun has come up … but the skeleton was blue and there was blue in the wordle 😉
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poem*
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I love the path you took with this one — yearning for a release from the pain — and the last line really makes you think — several readings!
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The last line was a last minute thought .. and in the end it sort of wanted you to wonder … who is the narrator … drugs, death, something else …
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Sometimes those last minute thoughts are the real strokes of genius – gifts! 🙂
Totally off-topic, but check this out —
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/26/comment-page-1/#comment-157
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Off to have a peek …
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Wow … What a cool poem … and I added my two cents and thanks for letting you show case the form and the poem! Brilliant!
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Oh good — VERY glad you’re okay with our showcasing his poem and the form. SO RELEVANT to today!
I’ll do a switcheroo then — his on 28th, move the other to end of March.
Found him via CDHK summertime prompt. Lucky, right?
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What a gal!! Wordle AND Michael’s prompt…it reads really well but wow…what an ending!
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Pure luck that the wordle had all the elements i needed to write that brief poem story … so I jumped at it! 🙂
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Pure luck my eye!
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You did that tricky image justice. Nicely done.
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Thanks Misky … a lucky break with the wordle too!
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There is beauty in this…sometimes pain will not leave us and something/someone has to help us take it away….
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Ah yes … sadly, sometimes that is the way …
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Fun story! Great spirit of compassion here!
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Thanks so much for commenting! 🙂
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Having felt the pangs of withdrawal (from medications), your piece echoed those feelings well.
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That must be one of the really more difficult moments of life … I’ve never visited that particular aspect of life … but there are other difficult moments when “withdrawal” makes living miserable. Thanks for sharing Phylor, Namaste.
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Namaste.
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