This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.
Suffocating I turn and grope for air As the truth of the matter Falls on me in A mundane fashion. The most terrible deaths Are those of asphyxiation, Pulling yourself up and down, Up and down, Up and down. Up, down, until you can do it No more. A slow death, Enough time to reflect On the pain And the suffering And the sin And the Shadow.
The ruins of a golden age long gone Glimmering in the light of a sunrise Evidences of long gone world at war Peace, harmony, progress, happiness All destroyed in one fell swoop How fragile is this delicate peace?
No line provided? I'll just do your last line then.
I feel free, Free as a fly That rides on a swatter's gust, Free as the water That pounds on iron rust, Free as a sword Drawn from a lover's scorn, Free as a child Who escapes the dark and is born.
Caught in a time bewteen was and will, existing right now, right here, free of the needless, groudless, dispensible redundancies that sting us like so many needles, needing only what exists right now, right here, watching as all the excess exits, and I become an exile unto myself, my own floating isle interjected into the present, the aisle inserted, implanted, and embedded where no shoppers can find it except me, a free radicle finding another to live in, becoming inseperable, growing unified with this present from the eternal Now, a drop joining another until I am where and when I am, a single entity, a place but a person, the past and future no longer falling, no longer collaspsing for they have crashed long ago, no longer anything to fall from, for I am unattached from all but this Now, no longer watching the falling past, the regressing future, for my drop, my now, my self, completes my vision.
I am where all I can see is me. Have... have you been there?
I just really wanted to write a long run on sentence. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.
How long has it been? Since I held you in my arms. How long has it been? Since I kissed those cherry lips. How long has it been? Since I felt that alabaster skin. How long has it been? Since I told you, I loved you.
The rain falls slowly: Dropping slowly, tumbling slowly, Dripping down a window sill, Washing through the gutter till, Mixing with the ashy mud, Carrying life amidst a flood.
