Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – December 21, 2016
I've walked them all, the roads,
The paths, walking as they call out,
"Here! Here I am!"
And the twists and turns from civility
To the brash encounters
That leave you breathless
And thinking. I've walked them all.
The journey leads you to new
Thoughts and actions, people,
Dogs, the dogs are my favorite.
They teach me to look with my ears,
My nose, then my eyes.
"Here!" they bark. "Here I am!"
Tails wag and we part, friends.
The cities bustle and blend themselves
Into mirrors of bright reflection
Of the life below the windows.
The buses roar like dragons
Belching out smoke, foul odors,
And the bystanders standing
On the curb shout, "Here! Here I am!"
The bus lurches to a stop.
"Here! Here I am. Now board and
Use the windows to see what you miss
When you don't walk."
It snarls, winds its engine and dreams
Of standing still in the tumultuous wind
And listening to the roar.
I stand alone on the bus stop,
Indecisively making a decision
To walk down the treed streets.
Strong armed trees holding the last leaves
Of fall. Autumn calls out,
"Here you are. Look at me."
And the beauty makes me weep.
I am the bystander, taking the road.
Calling my children to let them know
To look on a map and see me.
"Here! Here I am!" But invisible,
They see only the marker of
Where I have been. I can call,
"Here! Here am I! See me!" They don't.
I have a secret. A wood's walk,
Where the king of the forest
Strode into my path.
"Make way. Make way. This is my path,
My road. Here I am."
And I see him, towering over me.
I answer, "I am here, too."
Weekly Writing Challenge #63
GAME | STUDY | SAD | LOUD | BECOME
The rules are that I must use the above five words to create a poem. I can use any form I wish. This form is called a Shadorma, a non-rhyming poem using six lines. The meter is 3,5,3,3,7,5.
The game starts
Before dawn in sad
Becomes a secret yell, sound
Is a loud whisper.
(photo is not mine but the prompt’s focus)
He exhaled, a colorful rainbow of smoke filling the only space the light came in the window. More opportunities like this secret pleasure wouldn’t be common. The law has changed, and with it the power to destroy yourself, even in such a subtle way.