Glaring Problem?

My sunglasses do well

My problems seem to disappear

Out of sight all the better

I reveal in blindness

it takes away the pain

We are all flawed

But no sense in dwelling

It is all an illusion

A dance without a tune

A song played by swaying trees

Like a shadow or lost puppy

They follow my every move

But problems aren’t glaring

if you don’t look

The Tides

Tides wash away the day

Flotsam and jetsam of tomorrow

Awaiting to meet sand of yesterday

My thoughts like lagan lay buried

Churning seas push and pull at them

Still the tide wash away the day

Dreams like whitecaps ripple

Appearing here then there

Like illusions I long to hold

I watch them drift away

Yet still the tides wash away the day

Yesterday gives me place

Resting here I replay days

Beyond me hope floats

Riding waves free to move on

But still the tides wash away the day

*flotsam (floating debris) & jetsam (subsurface debris) are joined by lagan (sunken debris) here

foggy

The misty morning beckons 

thin white haze blankets world 
Trees become ghosts 

Birds spirits, light changes 

What I know fades 

Senses play on questions 

Distance is a mystery 

Time and place dissolve

My day alters alluringly 

Fascination over fear 

Delicate image reimagined 

My heart hopes it lasts 

But foggy gives way

every time.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/foggy/”>Foggy</a&gt;

Poetic Tour of Eight Capital Sins

Gluttony

Sugar 

Caloric bliss 

Washed down in syrup 

Another chunk 

Another liquid fizz 

Nothing satisfies 

Lingering need for more 

Then crash 

repeat

Pride

The world versus me 

They haven’t got a chance! 

Teflon hero immune 

To cause and others 

Solitary divine 

Right by self-interest

Vainglory

Center attention resides 

Places build up within others 

Written on banner  

Held hands high 

Charging foward 

Little Big Horn awaits

Sadness

If you only know 

Sharing isn’t caring 

Leavening the field 

Dragging you down here 

Blame and hate 

Chains keeping you down

Anger

Enthrallingly distributed 

Across all views 

Problems involving everything 

Excited drawing blood 

Hoping pain caused 

Damage little concern 

Visceral intentions

Control absolutely

Avarice

One more million

One more collection 

Things horridly glorious 

Poor only want nothing

All that shines

All that glitters 

Mine

Acedia

Attention span withers 

Dreams awash vision 

Mind dances fancy thoughts 

Incredible drowse embraces 

My work drifts away 

Soul joins the shadows

Fornication

Flesh dripping taste 

Candys last linger clings 

Forbidden flavor always best 

Touch builds memory 

Desire creating scene 

Fulfilment hopeless 

Repetition guaranteed

A long time ago there were eight capital sins, corrupted souls got lazy and combined aspects of a few. Besides 7 sounds better as deadly sins

Going Home

Waking up in a former bedroom 

Knowing the outline of rooms 

Sounds of doors and floors 

Time changes the world 

perceptions alter the details 

But home is home 

The place you can always visit 

The place dreams started 

It’s trailhead lead many places 

My feet return to a beginning 

My mind clears layers of memories

Some threads still take me back

Grown Cold

Razors edge 

That’s your love 

Handling with care 

Useless as words 

Feeling should be glue 

Not shrapnel or fodder 

There are no openings 

Just hardened glass inside 

Someday never comes to you 

Not as fast as you turn on others 

You can’t take the warmth 

You only chill the world to you.  

Your last moment will pass alone

Far away from those like me

Moth Catches Flame

Fires dance in your eyes

My inner candle begins melting 

Promises of possibilities flutter about 

Whispers of thoughts 

Things I long for versus need 

Enticing moves stir images 

“What ever your desire” falls to ears 

No lips move, no sound travels 

But still my ears are full 

Gentle hands sweep through my dreams 

Reality never holds trust of fantasy 

Within the dreams I wander paths 

Where no footsteps are needed

Interface is between two faces 

Elegance replaces beauty 

The moth grabs the flame

 Wheel to Turn

I wheel around 

My mock surprise, really horror 

I remember being caught 

Pinned under your wheels 

I pray for justice 

But you still breath 

Destiny ignores my pleas 

Someday fate will find you 

Just waiting for the cog to turn 

Gristmill to talk to your soul 


<a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wheel/">Wheel</a>

Your Angel Commentary Po.em

Your angel is my demon 

How do you know my angel is fallen one?

If you could fly, how do you fall?

Singed wings – like Icarus 

Attempting forbidden 

Pleasure and pain of burnt fingers 

Only pleasant memories and scars 
Demons dance with angels.
Another commentary po.em from  Lorraine and myself.  Her words are italicIzed.  More of her words are located at http://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com and http://25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com

Misty Morning

Glistening grass blankets 

Bird song choruses fill the air 

Breezes gentle and cool dance 

Lazy warm Sun rises

Golden rays stretching out 

Bunnies dart place to place 

A world spilling forth follows 

Puffy clouds slowly meander 

Noises begin to carry 

Peace valiantly holds firm 

Til the mist of morning drifts away 

Tomorrow it will be back 

Someday’s it seems too long to wait