This week at The Reverie Journal, I’m carrying over a poetry prompt that I wrote for Poets on the Page. I was thinking about cicadas and how much they are annoying and terrible. But also, the little amount of time they have actually above ground and living. Already their siren song that sounds like the soundtrack of a slasher film has died down around here. They rise out of the ground in droves to mate and then are gone for 17 years. Only living for four to six weeks.
Let’s write a poem about something that has a cycle. Which cycle and how often is entirely up to you. Use your creativity and let your imagination run wild.
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Reblogged this on Tamara Woods.
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The flow is not eternal
yet goes around
countless times
once a second
the drums sound
inside your ears
reacting to its
surroundings
with thrusting force.
Surging wild
it gives colour
to the flushed
From young to old
a cycle of life
until its final thumb.
Not sure why this came up but there you go. I had to write it down before I would forget it.
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I just wrote this: https://rbaldwin0204.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/greatest-gift/
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[…] is response to the poetry prompt for The Reverie Journal this week and Poets on the Page. I thought of cycles and immediately thought of the cycle of abuse. This is […]
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Immortal cycles
End of beginning
Primal screams of undead fleshes
Immortal cycles
Liquefied and frozen nothingness
Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
Chaotic times on ethereal parchments
Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
Unearthly macabre vanishes in blood
Phantasms resurrect as eerie owls
Liquefied and frozen nothingness
Twilights the dreadful darkness in gore
Mysterious moonlight enshrouds all
Entombing souls is shadowy screams
Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
Liquefied and frozen nothingness
Immortal cycles
Ghoulish specter at midnight
Beginning at end
Decayed fantasy lacerates light
And fallen angels devour thy corpse
Heathen cathedral baptizes ravens
And fallen angels devour thy corpse
Your morbid lips shackled to ruins of veins
Ravenously open the abyss
Decayed fantasy lacerates light
By cadaveric charms of passions
Flawless beast is the pagan goddess
To whom I pledge my unholy soul
Forevermore in shadows descended
Decayed fantasy lacerates light
And fallen angels devour thy corpse
Beginning and end
Tombs of immortal cycles
End and beginning
© 2 July 2016 Vlad Teodor Petcu @ Visele unui insomniac
https://viseleunuiinsomniac.blogspot.ro/2016/07/immortal-cycles.html
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