Now ready to dry 27 December 2021
Cascading thoughts fly Riveting performances meet my starry eye Fireworks reveal a universe in a sigh that slow flows me by A peal of laughter (Appeal) a sacrifice to the stars in quest of the hours (Inquest) Urgencies dissolved natural phenomenon unwinding my veils Pray reach out to me your hands token of despair stroking sad my hair Observe me throughout I am a bunch of flowers now ready to dry Reading of the poem:
River of Blue – Diane Arkenstone
They flaunted new bodies they’d seized 25 December 2021
They took the rules as a set trend they bent on knee in submission They made of the quest a mission each to each hero and new friend Their souls to heavens would ascend one by one their bodies released as their breath in their chests decreased Consciousness moved to other spheres releasing behind all the fears they flaunted new bodies they’d seized Reading of the poem:
ERA - Ameno (Official Music Video)
Written in the context of Ronovanwrites Decima challenge. In a Decima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line. There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC. For this prompt No 89, we must have “friend” in the A rhyme line For more tips and other contributions please follow this link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/12/22/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-89-friend-in-the-a-rhyme-line/
A terrorist to love – part 3 20 December 2021
She thought back to those dark moments when she had been tortured while Manas was in captivity. It had seemed to last ages although it was only two weeks as she had discovered later. At the beginning of the torture, she was full of the resolve to fight and avoid giving crucial information, but it did not seem like they were searching for any information at all. They had put her feet in a bucket of water and periodically one of the three torturers present would put a wire in the bucket making her experience what seemed like a thousand shockwaves jolting through her body. They had kept doing it systematically until she lost consciousness. She could hear the prayers throughout the day while she was being tortured and that gave her the sense of what time of the day it was. She was never left alone, even during the time for prayers, as there was always one guard watching over her. The second day they had attached wires to her genitalia and every time the electricity went through it felt like her genitalia were on fire. Later, when she attempted to urinate, she found it was even more excruciating to pass urine than to suffer the electricity going through her genitalia as the effect of the burning lasted. She pleaded for a bucket of water but there was no moving them it seemed, even though she had started pleading in Arabic and invoking the name of Allah in her request. At last, one woman she had not seen before came to her and gave her a sponge filled with water so that she may wipe herself. This apparent mercy was no doubt due to the fact she had invoked the name of Allah and had done so in Arabic. That temporary mercy did not last long though and they resumed torturing her. This time she was whipped repeatedly until she lost consciousness. She was then awakened with salts and whipped again. She could feel the skin on her back tear in smaller pieces than she could imagine possible. At the same time, they were repeatedly telling her something in a language she could not understand. A few moments later, one of the torturers who had understood her plea in Arabic came forward and said that she was being punished because she had persuaded Manas to give himself up. She understood from him that Manas was their leader and him going to prison exposed them all to getting caught if Manas talked under torture in prison. She answered that it had been necessary to keep him from being killed. She tried to explain to the man that being in a Cameroonian prison was a better option than him being caught by the US anti-terrorist squad operating in Cameroon. This did not end her ordeal though and she was tortured day after day with only a few hours of rest in the evening when they went to rest leaving only one guard watching her. One day, without any warning, she was given new clothes and taken into a house that was in front of the shed where she had been tortured. The woman who had given her the sponge earlier took her to a bathing room where she was cuffed at both the hands and the ankles before the woman gently eased her into a bathtub full of warm water. Instead of soothing her, the contact with the water just seared the scars all over her body. She did not complain though as she realized they may be reaching an ending of some sort. It could be that they would kill her or that they would release her. She prayed it would be the latter and indeed, after slowly applying the sponge all over her body gently and attempting to clean her skin as much as she could on the back and with a bit more vigor on her front side, the woman asked her to stand up. As she stood up, the woman applied gently a balm to her back and gave her some asking her to apply it to her genitalia. She was then clothed gently with a white linen shirt and a matching flowing white linen skirt. She was then blindfolded and left in front of the US embassy where her boss had taken over from the embassy officials and told her she would be leaving in a day or two to Dubai. Her thoughts were immediately for Manas and she wondered whether she would ever see him again. She felt saddened and at the same time angry at her boss for his lack of empathy considering what she had endured. She also wondered: was Manas the person who had ordered her to be tortured in that way? Could it possibly mean that he did not love her anymore? She tried to soothe herself by thinking back to the days when they were together and to how much she had been happy with him. No, undoubtedly, Manas had not been the one to order her torture. She closed her eyes and could see behind her closed lids the beautiful image of Manas smiling at her. It was only that which had kept her sane during the torture.
Fadl Shaker &Yara Akhedni Maak فضل شاكر و يارا - خدنى معك
Wet eyes follow stars 14 December 2021
Into creation hurtling on through the cosmos indigo orb swirls Sphere twirling upwards A sapphire world speeds on into turquoise wells The planet moves slow blue waters flow silently wet eyes follow stars Reading of the poem:
Illenium - Fractures (feat. Nevve)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku prompt challenge using the words “Blue”, “World” and their synonyms. For more information on rules and for reading other poets’ contributions please follow this link here
In branches of light 20 November 2021
Petals multiply In intervals of breathing exhaling essence My heart reaches out seeking out the knowing mind hidden in the eye With careful fingers I unveil the flower’s core Myriads of colours There are silent trees tall yet minute they resume growing in my heart Winding through mazes they teach me the wise lessons of imbued stillness We wait together for the peace that was revealed in branches of light Reading of the poem:
The Valley of Dreams - Stive Morgan
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “wait”, “wise” and their synonyms. For more information on the challenge and other artists’ work, please read here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/11/15/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-384-wait-wise/
We were once swans 9 November 2021
I was once a swan gracefully gliding I conquered surfaces of waters gleaming as they slipped tickling my under belly working their way to my neck that revealed itself to slaughter Daytime picked its grind tossing me sideways ripping parts of my wings as I lay flat on the lake a sacrifice to my ineptitude my commonplace fantasy of being no more What is left of me loosens at the edges; it parts revealing scintillating facets of places hidden within where I search for my traces when I moved head held high unveiling my togetherness I am still sometimes a swan patching feather after feather through my insides laid bare retrieving lost wings carved inside my memories They speak of lost paradise when we were all children I see now the swan in her fleetingly visible in the sun shadows of her wings soaring high above the green lake I see her and feel the ache She hides it gracefully We were once swans Reading of the poem:
Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" - Piano Sonata No.14 - Arr. G.Grant
Integrating me 31 October 2021
Shine on bright shine on me your light eyes witness vibrations they pulse through the throbbing mind seeping out of lids The pathways they twirl and spin on through neurons redesigned in memory cells rewind black of my matter Conquering the new dominions the lashes in flashes set the ground for dilution integrating me Reading of the poem:
Shadows - Giovanni Marradi
Germs in each corner 13-14 October 2021
New virus attacked Roll of thunder announced it; connected minds roared The disease flared through Decay spread through synapses; infection rumbled Head counted microbes The future resounded through the boom of the bugs Germs in each corner Spelt name of a new species that grumbled through space Reading of the poem:
Azam Ali - PHANTOMS
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “bug”, “rumble” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here. https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/10/11/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-379-bug-rumble/
The sea progresses 1 October 2021
The winds carried me delicate wings fluttering in ascent of skies Dark clouds gathered tight In graceful touch of the night while the moons surged sleek The days’ rise upturned sunlit landscapes glittered white The tides washed the beach Sparkling sugar straits reflections of sandy slopes swell under the sun Bright eyes stretch inwards gathering the suns rays’ kiss irises spotless The sea progresses my body in solemn vow meets dizzy waves’ pull Reading of the poem
Niyaz - Arzusun
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “clean”, “rise” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/09/27/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-377-clean-and-rise/
Heads covered in fuzz 18 September 2021
The down on her lips bristled at the sight of them they coloured street lights Her peach lips curled up her face mask of amazement her blushing cheeks taut Her muscles strained locked moving into position her body knelt down Every fiber lit she tore through blooming flowers fresh grass met her feet She watched them fearful her cheeks aflush from the run her hair in cascades They reached out to her features glowing in the dark heads covered in fuzz Reading of the poem:
Ed Sheeran - Bad Habits
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “peach”, “fuzz” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/09/13/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-375-peach-and-fuzz/
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