persephones words #draco

tonight at #dverse we have been prompted by Lillian to write a poem inspired by adages/proverbs.

#poetics, #draco, #darklove

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/22/a-penny-for-your-thoughts/

Dear Persephone,

It has been an age,

Since last we wrote,

Your words I have missed,

I never know what you shall write.

So here I shall share,

Some you sent to me,

All which shows I still know not

What you shall say.

Like;

You hankering for blood

Cajoles me to you

Here I am offering you

From your letter dated 9/3/21

Like;

Found Lazuli’s grave have I,

My self-loathing a slippery slope,

We sold his morrows for what?

Slanted melancholy morals awakened.

From your letter dated 10/7/21.

Your words build upon our dark love.

Never shall I guess what comes next.

From the box of chocolates, that are your letters.

DRACO

we were given a list of proverbs and adages to pick from i chose “life is like a box of chocolates. you never know what you are going to get. ” from the film Forrest Gump.

Tech Salt Rub #quadrille

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/21/quadrille-146-lets-get-salty/

thanks De Jackson your prompt has given me a reason to rant about this laptop having a moment as i tried to log into dverse and find out what tonights quadrille was about. perfect word for me tonight.

Rub salt into my tech wound,

Why the F%^& don’t you.

With tech we need to poem,

Tech not wanting to play.

Sorry dear poet’s hissy fit tech,

Rubbing salt into my tired.

Not salts fault I’m frustrated,

Blo*** tech salting my short temper.

#poems, #salty, #tech, #hissy.

The Grey Rose #poetics

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/15/tuesday-poetics-after-st-valentine-left-the-building/

Here I am the grey rose,

Never known love.

Here I grow in the mist

Grey as morning rose.

Grey world of polluted air,

Left behind as you left.

Unnoticed in the gloom,

By the gardener herself.

Here I am the grey rose,

Left only in the gloom.

Never plucked for,

The gardener,

ST valentine herself.

Wait what’s this,

A grey hand reaching,

Just for me.

Written for Sarah’s after valentine has left the building at #dverse poets pub tonight.

Onion practioner

written for two prompts tonight one over at #dverse supplied by Bjorn giving us the line “It’s a moon wrapped in brown paper ” from Carol Ann Duffy’s poem valentine. and the word Practtitioner from Fandangos one word challenge.#FOWC.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/14/prosery-valentine/

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/14/fowc-with-fandango-practitioner/

Onion practitioner

Buy love! buy love!

Loves not a commodity for sale,

Bought from gross practitioners,

hawkers of cheapness and fakery,

venders of tat, sellers of nonsense,

dealers in delusions of romance.

Real love cannot be bought,

Like an onion from a vendor,

The onion practitioner,

only call will be “it is a moon,

wrapped in brown paper.”

A plastic heart, Will pollute

Both you and your home,

Selling your love for

A plastic rose,

Phooey.

I would much prefer to be

An onion practitioner,

Selling my many tasty morsels,

Moonlike in their own,

Paper bag wrappings,

Making you cry without feelings,

While loving their stink.

Hawkers lining their pockets

On your romantic notions,

Joys they do not bring,

Only lies of happiness,

In peer enforced romance.

True love has the,

Same many layers,

As the onion,

So here I,

wish you a happy,

Onion day.

Thirteen #wordatthewharf

I dropped dead on Friday the thirteenth,

Thirteen months after my heart was stolen,

By necromancer of the raven hair,

Trying to teach she was.

Death clarified,

passing is to be human.

The myth tells of the who,

who steals the what!

The what is the heart of being human,

But what is the what no one knows,

When we know what it is to be human’

Shall we be less fearful of black cats and 13.

Do we poets know fairer without our,

Fear of fallacy.

Superstition feeds fear

Fear of the unknown,

Does necromancy need to be surveyed?

This was written for my local spoken word evening called word at the wharf. based in a cafe canal side in my home town. the month this was written for we had the theme of 13 which I did a rare thing and kept to the theme.