Hopium

Hopium

I am an addict:
Reality cut with Hope
lets me limp along...

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The Abyss

The Abyss

Ideas, morphed to words, 
ripped from my soul and published
to silent masses.

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Mining

Mining 

Open my eyes, flick on the light,
write down the dreams I had that night,
hopefully to find
or perhaps to mine
some message divine.
One of hope, no matter how slight.

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Good Morning! (Or evening if you stumble across this page then...) 

This is my attempt at the Clogyrnach style poem. It is a six lined Welsh poetic style that structured as follows:

8 syllables with an A rhyme
8 syllables with an A rhyme.
5 syllables with an B rhyme.
5 syllables with an B rhyme.
5 syllables with an B rhyme.
8 syllables with an A rhyme

That being said, how do you think I did?

Hobbled

Hobbled

Trying to get home, 
stuck with a monitored car, 
unable to speed. 

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Sorrow

Sorrow

Empty, and stripped bare.
Momma, Papa, eggs
all gone…
save two…
shattered in the remnants
of straw, string, and feathers
that once promised a happy nest,
a happy future…
the site of 5 little goslings
lined up in a row
as momma and papa lead them on,
to the delight of those watching.
A row that will never exist,
delight that will never manifest,
all seized in the night,
dashed upon the pavement.

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Morning Prayers

 

Morning Prayers

Before Iron Rites,
candles lit, wine poured, praising
Gods and Ancestors. 

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Forecast

Forecast 

Armchair weathermen 

painting the apocalypse 

for the coming storms. 

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