Wishing on stars – Free Verse – November 9, 2015

Collage 10

I wished upon the stars
that fell in a summer night
as I sat in a cafe
along the river Seine

flirting with that handsome man
I lent to him my fan
the air was just so hot and still
his eyes were like two flames

we walked along the empty streets
the Ferris wheel was dark
we slipped into the shadows
and made love there in the park

when I wished upon those stars
I never thought that night …
That I’d be washing floors and windows
and dirty diapers too … 😉

© G.s.k. ‘15

“BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SET YOUR heart UPON-FOR IT will surely BE YOURS.” James A. Baldwin

Writing Prompt #132 “Collage 10″

Memories of Innocence – Trinet – October12, 2015

Collage 8

Memories of Innocence

hidden
treasures
in my secret garden
where once I wished on stars
loving
a dream
now gone

© G.s.k. ‘15

Note:  the form is a Trinet (7 lines with word counts of 2,2,6,6,2,2,2).

Written for: Writing Prompt #128 “Collage 8″

Infinite Oblivian – Conversation Poem – September 27, 2015

“Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.” By Hermann Hesse

Looking at the news today
I see more fruitless acrobatics
of our fearless talking heads
whilst the sands of time continue
to flow inexorably
into infinite oblivion.

What can the meaning be I ask
of sifting through this sandy chaff
looking for the heart of reason
in the wooden minds of men
dedicated to their causes
born in infinite oblivion.

Holding onto patient reason
whilst swaddled in emotional fluff
searching for logic and truth
where neither have ever been
patience is strength they say
[or maybe just infinite oblivion].

Bullets fly in place of stones
[the blood that flows is always red]
men still kill for their almighty truths
[those emissions of mental onanism]
children cry and die – the poor are yet poorer
And our leaders sit debating – in infinite oblivion

© G.s.k. ‘15

For more information about the Conversation Poem go here:  What Are the Characteristics of Conversation Poems?

Linked to:  Writing Prompt #126 “Collage 7″

She was Mad but He was Magic – Collage Wordeling – August 30, 2015

Collage 5

She was Mad but He was Magic

Her heart sprouted
from a dung heap
not far from
where the hawker’s balloon
fell to earth
near Jebson’s farm
in a now dead and dry
corn field …

She’d pined
becoming a mole
setting forth into the world
only at full moon-rise
when the beams
dripped cold.

“Reach out
for the remedy of your ills -”
the hawker called out:
“brewed from the seeds
found only on the vines
of Cleverness!”

She took a sip of the brew
then
– watched the liquid flow from the bottle
little did she know
where its power came from
but she entered a new world
she found oblivion
in a new love.

The hawker’s mission accomplished,
invited her into his balloon
and they left that farming district
never to return …

People still talk about them saying:
“She was mad but he was magic!”

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for:

The Sunday Whirligig – August 19 – THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The Man Born to Farming” by Wendell Berry: reach, farming, sprout, dung, enters, corn, comes, mole, rise, seed, flows, vine

and Writing Prompt #122 “Collage 5″

What Have I Eaten? – Free Verse – August 24, 2015

Collage 4

what have I eaten – lies and smiles
chocolates from a poisoned box
raven now sing of all the times
you’ve led me down this well-trod path
frozen like a crystal is my heart
as the clock talks monotonously
ticktock – ticktock
the pendulum swings but time has stopped
as here I lie inside my tomb

what have I eaten – lies and smiles
what some people call love

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for:

Writing Prompt #120 “Collage 4″