Month November 2013
Isolation – dVerse Poetics
This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to look to the future and wax poetic on what we see there. I’m not sure if this fits the sci-fi that Bjorn would like to see, but I’m all about the dystopia, so this is what you’re getting! It’s partially inspired by the Silo series of books by Hugh Howey which I absolutely adore.
I hope you enjoy my creation – and please visit dVerse to read the other imaginings of my fellow poets!
– Isolation –
Trapped beneath the earthโs crust
We only have the myths, encased in dusty pages
Of books never read
To help us imagine what Above
Is
We forgot to communicate
To breathe, to appreciate the wonders
Of days spent outside
In fresh clean air, with people we love โ
Loved
The young went first, weakened
Lungs not developed, muscles made frail
By atmosphere choked
With acid rain, fallout from fossil
Fuels
We dug deep, in souls and dirt
Racing hard, dropping the baton, running
To stand still whilst Nature
Wreaked her havoc, unleashing
Hounds
Of Hell, firestorms raging
As we closed the trapdoors above
Sealing our fate โ
We donโt know when we will rise, or even
If
…Time passes so slowly here.
All Whipped Up – dVerse Meeting the Bar
Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Meeting the Bar. This week, Gay is urging us to explore American Sentences, 17 syllables of deliciousness a little like haiku, but sentence-style and jazzed up, beat poetry style. Allen Ginsberg, anyone?
My selection are inspired by the sudden cold-snap we seem to be experiencing (I love a clear night sky with a bright, white moon!), plus a remembrance of the Great Storm of 2013 we were hit by a few weeks ago. Oh, and the sea, because that’s where I live!
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– All Whipped Up –
My beach is glorious in winter, few choose to brave the elements.
My cheeks, whipped raw by sand and spume, rosy testament to Nature’s gifts.
My waves suck and draw shingle, crush shells, shred seaweed, salt crusting old boots.
My shuttered shops, empty carousel, cacophony for eyes and ears.

