Poetry Drafts

Hey, do you believe in rabbits? In whirlwinds and magic?

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Under an uprooted tree in a forest of free
lived Dusty the magic rabbit
She spent her long days counting her bits
nibbles of four and mind bending quads
till dusk quickly falling and
hunger came calling
her own senses suddenly brought back

Tomorrow, she thought, I’ll build a new boat
and sail to the end of the entropy,
discrete by nature but I can extended it
much further, from Shannon restriction
to the continous case, I’ll cross the seas
of evermore, the lemniscate upon my sail

and with that she went to bed.

Suddenly awake by a gigantic creak
her bed vibrating, the room aspinning
and carrots in midair floating
Oh my, she said, what is the meaning of this
why is the Riemann surface folding

Then a door appeared vaguely ajar
red in colour with the key in sight
Is that where I should be going?
to lock the door or to open in full
her deciding her future in balance

A complex question simplified
the complex plane deformed
a magic rabbit surfing
across the infinite void

Prompted by a @iamdusttoo prompt:
Hey, do you believe in rabbits?
In whirlwinds and magic?

Thanks for the prompt Dusty!

in transit

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Yet again I find myself in transit
from cloud nine and fluffy bunnies
pushed out of a plane, I cannot feel
a shute on my back but I hope it is
there, with string to pull, if needed.
I made a promise to myself, me and I
to pace myself, work less and live life
healtier day by day.

Why then at the end of the working week
did I not remember a simple four digit PIN
mine used literally every day
to pay for a takeaway. Embarrassing.

There was am offering of mead and
beer from tap, a festival of drinking,
with summer here at last. I had to
decline amid fears of falling off
falling off the wagon
to reach the final stop

in transit yet again
free falling lonely
spinning slowly
a cat’s landing
I pray for

sodium chloride

Poetry Drafts / / By

I could choose to take
everything you say
with bags of salt
the sum of all your words
to be less than their parts,
the letters not written
the cheap ink
the art
without proper full stops
a lie; a part
or I could fool myself
hoping that you
actually care
noticing that I had
lost some weight
cracking up at my jokes
wanting to share
your time and my
thoughts
What would you answer
if you had read this far
am I dillusional or is
this summer at
last

Poetry Prompts Please

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Hi, to my horror I realised that my queue is now empty. All that was written is out there, and to avoid just recycling old stuff I need some inspiration. I have taken a liking to write to prompts so I would appreciate pointers to prompt blogs and also if you have your own ideas of prompts please reply to this post.

Do you have that special prompt?

CRACKS

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I didn’t see the cracks in
the floor, widening as the
weeks went by. Candles
not burning as bright as
they had through the
years gone before.
The rocky road, the
tumble and the
falling. Fear an
absentee with the
safety net approaching.
Deeper and deeper
in the well of life,
through the endless
lies, no net in
sight.

NEW BEGINNINGS

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I do confess I sometimes wonder
Of pigs and sheep of new beginnings

I am but one, a sole survivor, at least I hope my path is longer
Getting stronger as days get longer a lighter mind a subtle change
Nothing seen but less of sorrow fills my days until the morrow

If you asked I wouldn’t know limited my skills are few
No coming back no going forward the nights are cold the mornings hollow

The doors are closed the windows open
Cold chills down my back my head is hurting
The knees are aching from all the praying
Who prays these days
Expecting answers
Fools – wanting new beginnings

LIKE NO TOMORROW

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Am I wrong, or seeing mirrors?
Are you wide awake or running on autopilot?
Do you enjoy them? Those in line, me among them, in a queue so long.
No end in sight, all ages and all colours.
From niece to nanny, screaming children and moaning mothers.
They’re all the same, grieved and sorrow, all so troubled like no tomorrow.
Awaits your blessing and awaiting their salvation.
Hope you carry, hope is the message of today.

I do my hardest to make you laugh.
My mind is clear you deserve it all.
Day in day out, stuck inside your tiny room.
Window sill the size of a book.
You laugh with me, or at me, you decide.
Do you have a rock? Someone to lean on, brick on brick.

Out of the darkness, would you enjoy me? Would you laugh with me? Could I take your worries away? Can you give me hope, or shatter my illusions? Like all the others.

NO SAFETY NET

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Slippery hands on oily ropes
Shackles undone, not by choice
With no grip
No safety net

I am falling
Free falling
Spiralling upwards
Gravity no longer affecting me

Falling
Not jumping off
Holding on
Perhaps too long

I am falling
Where is your hand
I am falling
And no safety net

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