Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Ouroboros/the snake that bites its tail
Write a poem that finishes at the beginning.
Writings
Donning Dawn
sunrise
that cool, billowing thread of light
unwinding cross the horizon
opening the eyes of the sky
and the eyes of all beneath her
the stretch, stretch, stretch
of midday
like a thick drop of paint
in a basin of water
venturing far and wide
staining its borders
we squint at such majesty
and note the golden swirls
a gilded shimmer stoops low
and bathes the stars in ocean waves
in the coolnes...
A Beginning So Promising
A beginning so promising,
even the birds seemed to sing our praise.
The days seemed so much brighter,
even the sun was warmer on my face.
I was understanding of the lyrics
written in every sweet love song.
You were the prayer answered
I had whispered for so long.
I allowed you to consume me,
to become what meant the most.
every thought that crossed my mind,
every rhyming word I wrote.
I never had ...
Figure 8
Ouroboros
The snake that bites its tail
Slips into cyclical slithering
Without missing a beat.
Multidirectional focus it uses to move through spaces vertical, horizontal, diagonal, Sliding into crevices
Burrowing subterranean
Marking territory with figure eights,
Tight twists and turns
Moving into sunlight
Diving back downwards
It moves as one
Alabaster scales showcasing the fleeting difference...
the day her father died
the day her father died
she didn’t even cry,
she stood there, emotionless,
hoping to go back in time.
she wanted to believe
that it was only just a dream,
that everything would be alright
when she knew it wouldn’t be.
the days blended together,
she lost her smile forever,
like it was some ghost in earth
that wouldn’t be the same ever.
she couldn’t go back in time,
she couldn’t get back her smile,
...
Your Clock
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
You told me
That the clock wouldn’t stop.
That the clock was eternal,
like us.
So then,
why can’t I hear the sounds?
Why am I stuck hearing nothing,
but your voice in the empty void?
I know.
You’re gone.
So the clock went with you.
Because of our lies.
We lied.
Now there will be no more
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. ...
You Are Not Alone
Shut the church doors
Put on your gloves
Close the cafes
The clock strikes 5
They bellow: YOU ARE NOT ALONE
Don’t cough
How rude!
Tick tick tick tock
No time for bullshit
Stop your commute
You silly fool
Don’t visit your grandad!
Stay away, stay away!
Laugh at the panic buyers
Panic buy.
Halt the service sector
It’s not that important anyway
The clock strikes 5
They bellow: YOU ARE NOT...
Her hair coils
Her hair coils.
Endless, meaningless, driven rhymes,
Written upon a bleeding head.
She burns it.
Cuts it.
Marks it.
Colors it.
Tries, if nothing else, to
Straighten it
And yet still,
In the midst of the summer nights,
While the moon shines above the stars,
And her smile brims upon a broken face,
A single,
Tiny,
Sharped,
Bit of
Her hair coils. ...