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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?

Glad to see the back of you – dVerse Poetics

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This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to consider calendars – whether it’s our weekly planner, a diary for this year almost gone, a brand new one for next year – and get those words down for all to see.

I think I’ll let the poem speak for itself. Please visit dVerse to read the other thoughts of my fellow poets!

– Glad to see the back of you –

This year I wanted time to
stop
just before I knew
that I needed no more change.
But only in hindsight,
only after the fact
(that I still can’t swallow).
A bitter pill
stuck in my throat,
razor sharp edges
that cut,
a scab that I pick at
just to make sure.
That I loved you enough.
That I was good enough.
That there was time enough
to fit in a life’s worth of you.
There are too many dates
that stick in my mind,
numbers have the power
to bring me to my knees.
2014 – be better.
Please.

Down the rabbit hole – dVerse Form for All

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Form for All!

Today, we are attempting the ode in the style of Pablo Neruda, the Nobel prize-winning Chilean poet who developed his own style of ode, dedicated to the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday.

My mundanity is something most of us have to contend with, and yet I think we kind of love it, even if it doesn’t make us happy all of the time…

I hope you enjoy my offering…

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– Down the rabbit hole –

You drive me
to achieve what
I would fail
to do
myself –
in the morning
you hustle and
chivvy me
along to
the rhythm of
my beating
heart –
‘Don’t be late,
don’t be late’
you cry
as if you
were Alice’s
white rabbit
brought to life –
every mechanical,
clinking, clanking
cog
working
harmoniously
to save my from myself,
from the terror
of missed trains
and the ire
of irate colleagues –
and yet my love
for your
dependability
turns sour in an
instant
when I forget
to silence you
at weekends.
O alarm clock –
are you my master
or
are your hands
in mine,
when all is said –
and done?