Authenticity

This poem is linked to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I used 3 words that contain the letters “ght.” This post doesn’t look like a stream-of-consciousness, but I wrote this pretty quickly and did not edit it at all. 


Authenticity is a bright light

In a world littered with black and gray,

A beacon beckoning to those lost

In rolling seas, somewhere along the way,

A life-preserver for those drowning

In interminable lists of shoulds and oughts:

Authenticity is a once-sunken treasure

That can never be completely forgot.

 

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Dream Music

At DVerse, we are exploring the question as poetry. I was inspired by these questions from Pablo Neruda: “Where can you find a bell that will ring in your dreams?” and, less directly, “Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?”


Where can you find a bell that will ring

In your dreams? Is there a voice to hear

Underneath the deepest water? Sing,

And let the questions bring no more fear.

 

What had been abandoned, found once more,

Due to courage, found in heart and will:

The notes will form a glorious chord

Ringing, dreams enlivened, dark voids filled.

 

Surreal

I walk on cloud, stumbling into pools of moonlight
And lakes of midnight, stars’ eyes
Creating an Argus in the sky —
Watch me in wonder as I wander

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To the banks of our galactic river —
“A land flowing with milk and honey.”


I decided to post this and share it with Real Toads’s “Try Everything” prompt, since I rarely write something this “creatively” formatted. This is basically a stream-of-consciousness poem, written a few days ago, and I’m not quite sure where it came from. What does it mean to you?

Hourglass

This is for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge #30. I wasn’t going to share this but figured might as well. 🙂


The hourglass is glued to the table.

 

It has blue sand all fallen through,

Unable to be flipped anew.

 

This sea of sand, these waves of time

Will rest one day; take some time to mind

Its passing, its tides, its blue beautified.

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