Poetry

Reblog: Success?

Nan Creative Writing, Poetry

A very moving composition.

I Write Her

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Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – Resplendent &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #242

two fighter jets looked down
on the destruction they created
the war zone now resplendent
with white and grey tangled shards
of concrete building remnants in the streets
the bodies of the innocent
dotted with bright red blood
limbs splayed and everywhere
black patches of unearthed greenery
rejoicing in the colors of war
claiming a supposed victory

mission accomplished
returning to base
10-4

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Reblog: Enemy

Nan Poetry

I follow this very talented writer and every so often she shares a real “zinger” with her blog readers. This was one of them.

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I walked alone

into the night,
I gripped my knife

within my hand,
And thrust it deeply

without a fight
my aim precise

although unplanned.

And when I saw

my blood flow free
underneath

the glowing moon,
I realized

that it was me,
I was the enemy

that I had hewn

‘Cause it was I,

I couldn’t face

For I was lost

within the pain

So I gave myself

a cold embrace,

and then I died

in gentle rain

~Melanie Thomason

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Creativity By Brutus

Nan Creative Writing, Poetry ,

I follow the blog of a very talented poet who goes by the name of “Brutus.” While Brutus is quite adept at humorously downplaying his own work (as noted in his “comments” section), many people (including me) find his poetic abilities quite impressive.

The main thing I’ve noticed when reading Brutus’s compositions is his proclivity for rhyming. In my opinion, this is a special talent. Speaking personally, I have found it’s very difficult to express your thoughts within a metered format. Nonetheless, he seems to have conquered this ability … and does it quite well.

While I appreciate most all of his work, I was particularly impressed with the following. Apparently it was something he posted earlier this year and I just came across it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

He’s entitled it “Wrinkles — I Have More Than My Share.”

 

Don’t trace the lines around my eyes
To see what they have seen
Don’t touch the wrinkles on my feet
To be where they have been
Don’t feel the scars upon my flesh
To understand my pain
Look into my heart and know
I’d do it all again