So – I have been keeping up with the Challenge but have been super-busy and under-the-weather. Took a health day today and stayed in bed (and on my computer) working. That “time-off” was well spent in that I now have Days 28, 29, and 30 edited and formatted, just waiting for your perusal! Like in all the other posts, read the play by clicking the title. Hope you enjoy!
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In the abstract hour where brightness might as well be dark we hold each other at arms length lest the desires transpire and we fall tumultuously into thinking less of ourselves and who we really are.
Posted in Poetry, Slam
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Rumors, delighting in humor,
Tragedy looming on the verges of speech.
Feet upon the stage, frantically making sounds of fury,
Signifying nothing when the lights come down for good.
Sighs, before the sun came up, painting paused,
For sucking and straddling and quiet cumming secretly backstage.
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Non-fiction, Poetry
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The idea frightened, but with the resolve came the enlightened sine that sparked the thoughts that crossed the line between the mundane and the divine,
with a brightness in kind to render one blind.
Finding colors in the wash of white,
derived from the fractioned proportions that kept coming out of light,
a sight more sincere than the sample of sirens that sent celibate men into the depth a’wend of the tasks they had yet to portend,
pretending peace on stony shores and stares that circumvented the “why” by asking “what” and “wherefore?”
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Slam, Theology
Tagged afterlife, color, color diffusion, death, earth, fatal, life, light, monks, mythology, passion, peace, physics, piety, prism, reality, road, sirens, solemn, spirit, spirituality, white
Meter ticking time,
Electrical hours clocked,
Light from out of a box.