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Flip-Top Head – dVerse Open Link Week 124

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at all of the other wonderful responses?

Here’s another trip inside my mind for you, dear readers. Life has a habit of being a bit full at times, doesn’t it? Gets in the way of the real stuff – you know, like writing…..

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– Flip-Top Head –

When life interferes with my creativity

It makes me cross, I get real fidgety

Bills to be paid, work to be done

It drains my brain, erodes the fun

of making believe, designing a life

When it all gets too much, the heroine’s strife

is removed just like that by my own, fair hand

Because in books I can do that, it’s like it’s been planned

to the nth degree on reams, brilliant white

Or at least on computer in the dead of the night

Insomnia’s messy, it spaghettis my mind

The deep, dark corners are where you will find

a plot well-drawn, a start, middle and end

Real life ain’t like that –

Is it?

Rubicon – dVerse Open Link Week 122

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at all of the other wonderful responses?

Please don’t panic – despite the tone of the poem, it isn’t a reflection of how I feel. Offline, I am writing dystopian fiction, so I was pondering how a particular set of characters might feel in this world that I have created for them. This piece came from there, nowhere else.

Let me know what you think…

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– Rubicon –

Render me empty,
Sackclothed and dull
Darker than ditchwater
Coated in oil, rainbow-hued surface
Hidden depths that boil,
As I blunder, lamed, from crisis to fall
Render me empty
Sackclothed and dull

Render me hollow,
Empty my skull
Vacuous, ransacked
Littered with spoil, nutrients stolen
My still waters roil
As I falter, blinded, beleaguered, I fall
Render me hollow,
Empty my skull

Render me soulless,
Eviscerated, null
Grey, empty, mourning
Exhausted with toil, eyes bloodshot red
From life, I recoil
As I stumble, burdened and buried, I fall
Render me soulless
Eviscerated, null

Clocked – dVerse Open Link Week 120

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is about wanting time to move quickly, and not making the most of now.

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– Clocked –

One month before, or
Two weeks until, and
I’ll feel better when this, or
That has happened.

I cross off the days, or
Count down the minutes, and
Wish for the seconds, or
Hours to sweep by.

This unpleasant event, or
That hard conversation, and
I can’t wait for them to pass, or
Do I know what I want?

Because now I am older, or
Wiser than before, and
Know that time is fleeting, or
Finally realise –

That I cannot control time.