The Proposal

Walking on the powdery sands

The autumn sun’s low in the sky

She turned and smiled we’re holding hands

I loved her so, no need to try

We did not want to say goodbye

She kissed me once she kissed me twice

‘Would you be my wife; I don’t imply?’

She smiled again, ‘That would be nice’

 

Copyright © JRFC August 2019
Image from Pixabay

Announcement: Quotable Poe October Writing Challenge

Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen

Choose a prompt or ten and write a poem or prose piece inspired by the quote. Submit to hereticsloversmadmen@gmail.com, and include a brief bio if you’re comfortable doing so. Feel free to include any links to your blog, and/or other places you publish your writing.

Have fun!

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Details in the Masterpiece

As I sit quietly, looking up

Staring at the pin pricks of light

Through the comfort blanket of night

Shrouding this world of ours

 

I consider my place, my time

In this ocean of existence

And I feel exhilarated, excited

I am alive, I am stimulated

 

Why should I feel small?

Being part of the bigger picture

I feel connected to all alive

All that are no longer alive

 

Why should anyone feel out of place?

We may be individual, only one of me

But I’m proud to be part of us

The Human Race!

 

We are details in this masterpiece

That makes it so

The single pages in the book

Without them it can’t be read

 

Sometimes violent and disgusting

Sometimes sad and inconsolable

And sometimes beautiful

Beyond imagination

 

We stand together

Lest we forgot

All will be lost

Not an option, not on my watch!

 

Copyright © JRFC August 2019
Image from Pixabay

Autumns Children

They are born to the autumns chilled winds

Sun sparkles light their bright eyes

Their skin as pale as the morning’s frost

She helps tend the flora

He protector of fauna

Spreading love and joy

They dance, sing and provide for all

Before winters long sleep

Copyright © JRFC September 2019
Image from Pixabay

He knew Melancholy – The Mush from the Hill

Here’s one I did early as part of FVR’s September theme ‘Melancholy’.

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He knew Melancholy all too well

Staring at the blank page

Emptiness laughing at him

From within the fibres of the paper

How many discarded rewrites

Ended up in the waste paper bin

Nouns, Verbs and Adjectives all lost 

Crumpled up never to be looked at again

How many tired days and sleepless nights

Had he sat there, fountain pen in hand

Cheek squashed on writing desk

Ideas dribbling from the corner of his mouth

What would he have to do?

To write his masterpiece

As days melted into nights

And insanity crept up on him  

Slowly descending

Into the mouth of despair

A light bulb moment

“Eureka; I have it”

Melancholy

A word made up of a fruit and a vegetable

Both hated and loved in equal measures

Part of your healthy five a day

Yes, he knew melancholy Madness!


John is a Welsh Poet from the coastal city…

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