stones dropped into well
make a loud resounding sound
life’s empty echos
sound
in dark conscious…
Challenge Photo IV from Jade
yesterday’s tears
are now morning’s fog
distorting my perceptions
confusing the mental
landmarks of my sanity
i deceive myself
a trance so tranquil
that i am blind
to my own blindness
my thoughts move slowly
suspended in the fog
a blurred rationality
but a desire to feel whole
not some fragment of myself
i am a child
crying out for comfort
but there is none
to be found
and while you embrace
another warm thought
of how you shall
revive my sanity
i listen carefully
to your words
moving without sound
through the air
and
i agree
to whatever you have said
knowing only that i
am lost in the darkness
This poem represents my fourth response to the second challenge series between Jade and I. As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts, from which the poet is to write a poem. Jade has written her response which can be found here.
the gift…
before his lover
he placed two boxes
one was smaller than the other
and when shook
it made no sound
and so she chose to open the larger first
knowing that the smaller box could wait
and when she opened the small box
wrapped in plain paper
she found a melting ice statue…
Read Between the Minds 