Showing posts with label Introspective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Introspective. Show all posts

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Haiku




lost hues
captured in crystalline
and the mind’s gone


© JG Farmer 2013

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Haiku



intensity crushed
in the sensual darkness
of good morning



© J Farmer 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Haiku



glowing grace
dancing on the breeze of dusk
as wax drips




© J Farmer 2013



Notes:
Prompt: Candles

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Colours of Life



Dark clouds of pain make it so hard to see
The colours of what is going to be
We dwell and mope in dull and aching grey
With eyes closed: not daring to look ahead
As if in the sadness we want to stay
To leave tomorrow’s beauty far behind
As if the future has nothing to share
But if we dare to look beyond the line
To new horizons but first we must dare
All that wonder is simply waiting there
For us to grasp and hold while running free
So look ahead, on to another day
For life is not here within fear and dread
All that beauty is there for us to find


Over the Hill and Far Away by Martina Furlong


© J Farmer 2013



Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCVII - Eabcd

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

The Rush



Adenosine is looking for a mate
But it won’t lead to love on a hot date
With the drowsy chill zone getting it on
And senses seem dull with thoughts all confused
Unable to wake up enough as one
The poet unable to write his words
Let alone think a line is set out straight
A hissing sound offers hope quite absurd
As liquid drips into a cup we wait
Heated sips, he is away with the birds
Inside the mind stirring thoughts now gyrate
And adenosine feels lost and abused
Causing the caffeine high in morning sun
And in the creative rush nothing’s late



© J Farmer 2013

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/tuesdays-thinking-24-september-2013.html
Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCVI

Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Empty Illusions



Texte: that never fit into the distant waves – Puzzle Dust by Dorianne Laux


An odd piece left in the box
like the scrap of nothingness on a boot
scraped on the doorstep of rejection
while hostile imaginings disguised in affection
offer words of love used as bait
to hook the dejected soul
that flounders in the ocean of heartbreak
still seeking resolution
and bouncing on dry stone walls
taking chances before soothing senses
until time brings realization
some pieces will never fit the picture



© J Farmer 2013


Notes:

Prompt: http://theboipoet.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/whimsical-wednesday-25-september-2013.html

Form: Free Verse

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Revealing Secrets



Texte: Doubt whom you will, but never yourself – Christian Nevell Bovee

The distant dream of all that might have been
Before the doubts destroyed the thoughts of trust
And love declined to see another day
As to its end love drifted as it must
Before the light of day could fall in sin

Beliefs inside that love will find away
Hide fears denied by truth within the heart
While haunting dreams that come from long ago
To plant the seeds of doubt where they start
The thought of trust have nothing left to say

But self-esteem must learn to live and grow
With faith in self to do the thing that’s right
A sense of worth within the outer skin
For truth of self will lead the soul to light
Revealing secrets the heart needs to know


Artwork by Pixoto


© J Farmer 2013

Friday, September 13, 2013

Silent Sound





Another conversation in the darkness of night
when no words were heard
or even uttered
yet so many questions posed hooking for an answer
between the sunset and starlight
the mind crawls around
yet doesn’t notice a passing thought
with its own intentions
while it searches for a neurological resonance
because it is vital, it is energy
and living is more vital than dreaming of what if’s
and if only’s are discarded with the trash
casually forgotten like a one-night fuck
a thought hungry for dignity
but there is no dignity in making do
a touch without love is nothing much
meaningless moments sating greed
forgotten too easy in the graspings of lust
that built the cage to contain the thought
but it would not be silenced
until the mind dared to listen to that one silent sound





© J Farmer 2013



Notes: 

Prompt: because of sound

Form: Free Verse

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