Greifs Slippery Slope.

a continuation of the Draco verse”epistles” between him and his wife. This one added for the #FOWC daily word promt “Slope” on sat 10/7/2021.

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/07/10/fowc-with-fandango-slope/

Dear Draco,

          Found Lazuli’s grave have I,

           My self-loathing a slippery slope,

          We sold his morrows for what?

          Slanted melancholy morals awakened.

          My self-loathing a slippery slope,

          Created by Victorian rejection,

          Of our steampunk principles.

          We sold his morrows for What?

          For the living dead’s immortality,

          So, we can share our love eternally.

          Slanted melancholy morals awakened,

          Does our passion deserve to exist forever?

          I ask at Lazuli’s slope head grave.

          Yours in eternity

                    Black Widow.

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Dearest Black Widow,

          Lazuli’s morrows meant everything to everyone.

          Our self-loathing is worthless,

          Slanted melancholy morals awakened,

          Highlighting the balance required!

          Our self-loathing is worthless,

          It gives nothing to our being,

          Our beloved darkness a blessing.

          Slanted melancholy morals awakened,

          Tilted towards darkness for balance,

          We balance humanities love of the light.

          Highlighting the balance necessary,

          Is why Lazuli’s morrows were sold,

          Leaving him buried at slopes head, so our love lives eternal.

          Forever yours Draco.

© 10/7/2021 rogleach

Audience

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/07/07/fowc-with-fandango-inadequate/

#FOWC, #Inadequate

 Where are my wonderful audience?

While I hide feeling inadequate!

 Where would I find thee,

 All of thee who do not,

wish to listen,

 DO NOT SLAM my words

as scum and pomp,

Making me feel inadequate.

 Are we threatened by my simple verse?

 Where are you my mighty audience?

 On what mental plane does thee reside?

 Is it not the same abode as I?

 Where I sit alone in the dark,

Feeling inadequate.

 My words my only company,

 Others afraid of a poet’s every thought,

 Where are you the beauties of the sky?

 The moon, the stars, other planets too,

 My only audience the whiskey bottle,

 My only buddy, lover or brother be its fiery brew,

 When I sleep in the summer days’ warm embrace,

 Unable to settle in the night’s cold and grey,

My inadequacy shining like the very stars!

 Will I ever awake from drunken slumber?

to see the moon, rise with my audience?

© rog leach

This is a rework of a poem i wrote for a small collection of short stories and poems. I am still trying to decide what route to take on getting it publised.

What use an Ego?

A dribble of only 100 letters written fro todays(5/7/21) fandango #fowc prompt and ragtag daily promt #deluge

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/07/05/fowc-with-fandango-repeat/

#FOWC #repeat

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/category/ragtag-daily-prompt/

#RDP #Ragtagdailyprompt #deluge

A deluge of self-belief!

A repeat of arrogance!

A deluge of belligerence!

A repeat of animosity!

So You decide

What use an ego!

© rogleach 5/7/21

Glasses for the darkest hearts
blue tinted ego