100 Poems in 100 Days Part 4

 

June 18th, 2015

4) Spin

 Your red hair may as well be Mars
playfully turning on tiptoes
the prima ballerina following one fouette
with another as the spotlight calls for more

I have seen a photograph,
but a picture is worth a thousand wants
spinning and spinning in the blackness of
my dreams

those that chatter whilst I work
and those that play amongst my snores

you have so much in common with my nightly howls,
how you both are so real while I sleep
though I have never heard either with
my ears

please say my name, so that I may know
truly how to pronounce it

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 3

 

June 17th, 2015

3) Sun

Be combustible young man

fire walks hand in hand a gentleman

showing off light

heads turn becoming ambient

insanity slips between the ribs

searching for the cage's safety

on this world nothing is free

only willing

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 2

June 16th, 2015

2) Villain

There is audacity in every

scale draped upon the chameleon

a tincture of ambition

adrenaline

bleak protestation

alphabetically speaking 

A and Z are seated furthest apart

though both are three lines

intersecting

"you would like me

if you were more like me"

mirrors reflect

it is the eye lying to the mind 

that distorts

perception is never observation

but judgment

heros steal freedom from villains

while draped in scales of justice

and thus are thieves cheered by the masses

a hero by any other name

is not

When You're Stuck, Get the Glue

In terms of writing, I've been stunted for some time. As a result, I have issued myself a challenge to write 100 poems in 100 days. I think this is a terrible idea, as quantity comes at the cost of quality. Still, I figure doing will lead to learning. If I can come up with one good idea in the next 100 days to elaborate on, then all the better. Since picking words is a difficulty, I am beginning this exercise by using the random word generator at  textfixer.

Here is the first work from June 15th.

1) Oh, You

There is no coincidence

in a bottle of wine,

empty as the pesky o in love,

or your lonesome grin,

treasonous,

for hoping to find u

in hug without consequence