FRINGE

shadows calling

I have spent most of my life

Shrouded in the fringes of society

Concealed from humanities tribal nature.

Cut away from the flock

Left behind because I

Do not follow this tribes

 religion of sport

My poetry deposits me

In the shadows

THE WIERDO frolicking to the rhythms

Of my own heat beat

My psyche on a knifes edge

My words my safety net

Stopping me slinking over

the edge into insanity

my poetry is my edge, my fringe, my being

2/3/2021 rogleach

thank you dverse poetry pub for another prompt really got my juices flowing

HEADPHONES ON

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/22/rdp-monday-oscillate/

Headphones on, go where the music takes you

Shenanigans oscillate onto party time go,

Where else to go go in forty-four words

Gone with the tunes oscillating between ears

Party time shenanigans still going

forty-four words well used?

Only when they have gone astray!

headphones at the ready

22/2/2021 rogleach

blackness

Here others hide at my side

I can conceal you from the golden sunlit

In my darkest shadows

You are welcome to stay

Stay ten minutes stay forever

Turquoise sky above defines me

Gloss or matt depending on my mood

I am not death or disease

 but only the comfort of a warm blanket

under which you hide from the light

white light hides much

just hand him a prism and he will show

you his true colours.

16/2/2021

https://dversepoets.com/tag/colors/

Four Prompt Posery

for dverse

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/three-things-challenge-510/

for three things challenge “dead kin now”

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/

for word of the day challenge “sprightly”

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/rdp-monday-robust/

for the ragtag daily prompt “robust”

Four prompt prosery

“I went out to the Hazel wood, because a fire was in my head.”

The fire was lit by my dead kin, now sprightly skipping and dancing amongst the bluebells of hazelwood as if young again.

All they wanted was to say goodbye.

Corona having taken them, my elderly kin. Laying together in each other’s arms. Dying together as they had lived together. Their love robust enough to last the 70 years since kisses in the school playground.

Their love of us their kin bringing us here to Hazel wood. To watch them dance like they had in the school playground.

The fire in my head shared with all us kin of hazel wood. Calling us to pay witness to their final dance.

Grandma and Grandpa teach us how one last time.

How to build our robust love into sprightly love that never dies.

© rog leach 15/2/2021

breakfast setting

Breakfast setting

Dreary Friday breakfast before me

White and frigid outside

Warm bed beckons and mocks me

But work has hollered with a summons

Coffee machine hums, vibrates and steams

Offering warmth with a caffeine kick

Last time this week leaving my bed early

Out into the cold and frosty

I must trek

Good morning one

Good morning all

Stay safe

Stay well

© rog leach 12/2/21

written the dverse’s prompt settings

Meeting the Bar: Setting