From Robert Lee Brewer:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “New Thread,” “Old Thread,” “Twitter Thread,” and “Blue Thread.”
GOLDEN THREAD
ReplyDelete" rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair "
threads of gold in her hair, would not have been out of place
they went with her silk and lace
but enough of this
the threads of my life became tangled and mangled
going the whole mile for a desperate kiss
but without being strangled by her golden thread
i may very well have ended up dead
Yes, I read Bonnie's poem first, but she right. They could almost be part of the same poem. Powerful write.
Deletegreat poem, I enjoyed it very much
DeleteOh, I wonder if you really would have...if so, then she is o be thanked...lovely poem, powerful and real.
Deleteoh, that is just bonita reading my mind again. she also has a tendency to text me at exactly the same time i'm texting her - love and peace - paul.
Deletethanks wolfie. it got a little desperate toward the end - threads of gold - paul.
Deletei've very little to thank her for tash, but i know what you mean. every day was an adventure with that woman - take care kids - love - paul.
Deleteawesome! my poem flows right into yours or yours into mine...anyway looks like we were thinking along the same thread... pun intended
ReplyDeleteone small fragile thread
ReplyDeleteseparates frail life from death
grasp your thread tightly
Lots of power in so few words. Breathtaking.
Deleteyes, a very powerful senryu
DeleteWell said indeed, and how true it is!
Deleteoh, that's us reading each others minds again. be careful in my mind girl, there are many trapdoors - sometimes one thread is all we need - paul.
DeleteSorry for missing yesterday. It was cleaning day at the studio. My instructor and a couple others are here for our black belt exam. We were supposed to train all day today but they drove all night, so we got out of our early afternoon training. If I miss days, I will catch up like I do here. It includes yesterday's verse as well as today's.
ReplyDeleteSecrets slither down
hallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
"So like your father,"
she says, "thought you were a ghost
come back to haunt me."
"I battle that ghost
each day." her visitor puts
forth. "He's never gone."
A good deal of time
has passed since their last meeting
yet they do not touch.
"You should, could, have warned,
prepared my marrow for this
abrupt reunion.
Why now?" she laments,
purses her red lips, turns her
red dress to the wall.
She slumps, a spider
luring prey, feels arms surround,
capture completed.
"Let's eat some pizza
before it gets cold, but you
must hear my report."
Words tight, a coiled spring
ready to release, trigger
savage explosions.
Deflects, takes a bite
of pizza. "My favorite.
But you always were."
"You loved only him,
forsaking us for one kiss,
promises unkept.
Now you want reports,
tell me I'm your favorite,
so much temptation.
Your spider threads weave
webs I do not understand.
Tangled, intimate."
crazy spiders weave tangled webs...
DeleteThis is fascinating...you are weaving quite a tale.
Deletebeen caught by a few black widows in their webs victoria.....black belt huh? you might even be able to survive in this city ha ha - love and peace - paul.
Deletelove the images this evokes
ReplyDeletewith blue thread I sewed
ReplyDeletethe broken heart within me
the thread turned rotten
wow! love it!
DeleteOh, so succinct and so telling!
DeleteTwisted Thread
ReplyDeleteRound and round and round to go
turning and turning to keep the flow
and when it's done no one will know
where it's gone and where to go.
Beginning and ending invisible now
first to curtsey and then to bow
nobody knows the when or how
and that is the mystery right now.
If and when are the center to seek
keep the eyes closed do not peek
when to see and how to look
Whenever it's time for what to seek.
Round and round the twisting thread
tells a tale that cannot be said
cannot be told except with dread
because of the last of the twisted thread.
this has a bouncy lyrical dancy beat to it tash. it sortta feels old fashioned, but in a good way - " what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to decieve " - billy shakespeare - love - paul.
DeleteGot to bed early and didn't get to the poem, so it's two for me today, and here's one!
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