Vincent Van Gogh
Rainy November
Optimism brims glass full
Autumn resplendent
Day 28/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.
Vincent Van Gogh
Rainy November
Optimism brims glass full
Autumn resplendent
Day 28/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.
Picture: Pklimenko
time rolls in hollows
windswept broken images
rock inside cold glass
Day 2/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.
Hold that smile,
hold the pose
in these weird days
that hold our breath the most:
awkward posture, selfish guises,
bulging eyes strung out on technology.
With our free hand
we raise a glass to future’s past
toasting
the ghosts that couldn’t
make it.
Downed in one
tenuous gulp
makes cheers last longer,
to smooth over doubts and fears
as froth dribbles down the chins
and glasses
set to rest on crisp
white linen’s
cracked sneer –
all aimed at the ghosts
who fake it.
Toasts drown
out the background noise
of irony
as we drink to our health;
it’s part of the game –
we drink to drown our sorrows.
Intoxication is such
that we need it so much.
In limbo we stand bereft
and shaking;
all acceptable,
and very appealing
since life can be unbearable
with little consolation
in healing.
We drink by ourselves
and ogle ourselves
in full fascination
of ourselves –
the future ghosts
that won’t make it.
Cast adrift among
the bubbles –
we are remote and detached
in its liquid
arms to brew animosity
and anonymity –
cast adrift only a short time
before we collide
and we burst; spewed out
but still trapped inside,
we become the toasts
oblivious to the ghosts
who can’t take it
by *paige six
... from a silent space
The Broken Cannot Rise Alone...
A Repository of Discarded Poetry, Story Prompts, and Memories
Barcelona's Multiverse | Art | Culture | Science
Pain goes in, love comes out.
poetry w/teeth
Just wondering at the miracle called LIFE .
Author River Dixon
poetry by Robert Ford
Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
A potpourri of emotions
Poetry and words
A collection of beautiful things and thoughts
Exploring writing and the creative randomness of life. Snapshots of moments.
Poetry
"Not all who wander are lost..."
A Discarded Plant
I am more than breath & bones.
My poetry is my religion.
Poetry, short essays and other work showcased by a Scientist, Philosopher, and Adventurer. Posts on Monday and First Fridays.
Dark Writing and Strange Inspirations
The Little Poetastry; The little stories
Exploring Rhymes, Reasons, and Nuances of Our World
Smidgens
We're all on a road to somewhere.
Provocative poetry and musings on life
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Encouraging animal advocacy and compassion
A wildlife filmmaker in Africa
big book guy
Just another WordPress.com site
At Least Trying Too
Poetry by Mich
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
MarkovichUniverse AT gmail DOT com
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.