Consumed

Today we constantly consume
to try and sate our avarice,
although it bears our future doom.
Today we constantly consume
while spirits fade, cadaverous.
Today we constantly consume
to try and sate our avarice.

Steep

The hills call siren-like and steep.
Two children share a wooden sled,
new snow is beckoning and deep,
the hills call siren-like and steep.
They landed in a shattered heap,
too fast to suffer, it was said.

The hills called siren-like and steep.
Two children shared a wooden sled.

 

Well, this started out to be a quadrille (44 words) including the word “steep” to link to dVerse Poets’ Pub, but somehow it turned into a dark triolet.  Theat’s an eight line, iambic tetrameter poem with the rhyme scheme: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.  I haven’t written one of these in ages.

Making Tracks

Ptoto by Douglas Sailsbury

Ptoto by Douglas Sailsbury

My mind, my heart, my thoughts are racing;
it’s time to leave this land of lacking
cause now it’s clear, what I am facing.
My mind, my heart, my thoughts are racing,
all night, awake, I spend it pacing.
With morning light to finish packing,
my mind, my heart, my thoughts are racing.
it’s time to leave this land of lacking.

Originally posted on my other blog, Writing in the Bachs and the photo prompt is from IGRT.