Poetry is often a solo affair so it's good to collaborate for a change! This week we took the theme of "invisibility". We all had a piece of paper with a different take on the theme and were then asked to write one line and then pass the paper to the next person to add a line. Each writer was only allowed to see the last line. This can lead to some delightfully random results but also wonderful synergies and a few laughs!
A CLOAK OF SILENCE
Wrapped in stitches of stillness
The stars went out, coffee cold
As the sun rose and the dew set
Everything looking so still
Deadly waters look shallow but run deep
What lies beneath?
A stern look on an empty street
The cold copper sprayed the blurry night light
And lit my face with a soft glow
Hidden in plain sight
Like a treat for sore eyes on a moonlit night
The moon itself stares back
The moon knows me.
I THINK THEREFORE...
I can evaluate
A situation with weight
I loosened my tie
And let out a soft cry
Relaxing through my body
Wellbeing courses lifeblood to my soul
I miss some things
Others were a delightful departure
But I sank like the moon in no-man's land
Without a ripple in the surface of my mind
Going straight away, very faithful
And truthful, feeling blessed.
TOO SMALL TO SEE
Too quiet for people to take notice of me
I hide behind my fences
Polka dot defences
Ran all over her dress
And seeped into the earth
Looking like a hidden pin
Sharp tack solitude seeping
Downwards toward
The depths of morning
Revealing the truth hidden in the sky
Too big to comprehend, too far to see
Like it's a mile away
I AM INVISIBLE
No one sees me in the room
My feelings tell me gloom and doom
This place feels like I am surrounded by stone
My hands frozen, movements too slow
I caught the feeling like a chill in the rain
It crept up my spine like a spider
Feels like you're closing in on yourself
A prisoner of its own making
Of my own making
The weight on shoulders
Lifted my weightless eyes like a bird in the night
And breathed a sigh of relief.
A DARK NIGHT
The moon lost his way to heaven in the curtain of the night
His thoughts dark, his mind clouded
Can't find his way around
Directionless, stumbling in the dark
Engulfed it seems
In blackness, he seeks
The girl in the white dress with raven tress
Sung to the invisible moon
Hearing howls and growls in the silence
Are they werewolves, or only swearwolves?
Howling, so lonely
But a generous scream.
THE WIND
Breathe, breathe on me
Blow me around
Typhoon, whirlwind, all over town
Swirling up fallen leaves and scattering
Making the day dance
My tapping shoes skipped the gravelly path
Gleeful, grateful
Feeling free, high in the sky
Pie-eyed dreams and misty eyes
Make my eyes tired
My eyes dance too
Flowing rivers strumming the street
