the leaves turn downward
warmth seeps terras noble flesh
the breeze soothes your groans
a foggy diamond
cuts a glimmer at the dawn
a breeze touches clay
the stars twinkle slow
illuminating the path
final breeze of air
Author: mbrazfieldm
Pharoah in the hizzle
the valley of the dead
on the corner of Fig and Expo
the dogs of relic wait
north bound Honda “fights the power”
east bound Bronco just another “renegade of funk”
in silent slumber
sandy bandages, myrrh and cinnamon
to mark their trails
headed to Jamba Juice, Starbucks and Nico’s
what will it be today Raiders or Dodgers
there to greet the substance
in the cloth with the threads
of desperation in costume of the
royal river where you were once
given away
351 E. Temple St.
i am tired.
the gray in the lining
of my soul is see-through.
my love is withered and
unresponsive.
no petals in my chamber
for my chamber is a street.
i am hungry and cold.
the fire in my spirit has
smothered its last spark.
the matches of life have
been stolen by proposals
regulations and copper pipes.
my feet no longer carry
dignity and strength.
my arms no longer capture
me at my disgrace.
i am numberless in the
bar code of the beast.
Call for Submissions: There Is Strength In Our Stories
In honor of Sexual Abuse Awareness and Prevention Month, Blood Into Ink and We Will Not Be Silenced are putting out a call for submissions for your lived experience of sexual harassment and assault. We believe that there is strength in our collective voices. We believe our work is not done. Writing and art accepted for There Is Strength In Our Stories will be published on Blood Into Ink’s website and through the BII social media accounts, as well as on the We Will Not Be Silenced Facebook page during the month of April 2019.
Writers and artists can submit up to three pieces of creative work (poetry, prose, essay, and/or original artwork.) Pieces of writing should be limited in length (under 1,500 words.) Using a pen name or publishing anonymously is acceptable. You will be asked to provide a brief biography (75 words or less.)
Please do not consider…
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one tear at a time
the curtain flaps in the clumsy breeze
my heart beats down
the coolness of the aging day
appears to release the hope evading me
it is alright now
i accept what came and went
in the treks of time today
my face has become stronger
the longing has receded like the curtain
in that room where history is made
and played out in my head
one tear at the time
dysthymia
green gown
the nature is at work today toiling in her green gown purple tip toe slippers amongst the mighty pillars made of timber underneath the carpet of it all with the millipedes and bumblebees across the shadows are the rays of light igniting warmth coming from the heavens as mother floats upon the ferns who reach up asking for a kiss of dew awaiting for her nurture
Thursday photo prompt: Bright #writephoto
Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 3rd April and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a shadowy bluebell wood, where a shaft of brilliant light has erased all colour and form.
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday March 4th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.
You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up. Please visit…
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Pay It Forward Thursday – March 28, 2019
The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.
You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.
Happy reading!
mad house
in a mad house i shoo my heart away
i don’t know why i stay
in the hope that you will feel
or think in your head to
need me
the yellow of the walls
suffocates me; I get held
down against my will
but it is not yellow
it is dimness and fear
i see a tender brook out
of my third eye window
and the idea that i could
be free is unsettling
for letting you go
means being without
in my head i look into
my eyes and i see empty
inky dread such a quick sand terror
in the night where did you go
from me
madness at all hours
stuns me; soothes me; makes me weep
cruelty beyond all naturalness
of human spirit
the cell is silent
the day is come
the brook is muddy
