‘Verse: Blackguards and Plaster Saints
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Summary: Prompt from LiveJournal’s community drabbles 30 Days of Drabbles: Day 26 Prompts: Song/Poem: Fugue of Death by Paul Celan.
There’s an arc in the sky, a thin grey line,
That’s all that’s left of me and mine. Continue reading
Bear in his infinite whimsy declared that there should be a writing challenge this Wednesday (well today actually), in which the following words must be used.
Juicy, Vain, Star, Hidden, Shaft, Slender, Torch
Since my Muses are prone to whimsy themselves I came up with three responses… Continue reading
I do not like you Spam-I-Am.
I hate your stupid daily spam.
I do not want your stupid posts!
I won’t approve them, no I won’t!
I will not let them linger on,
Watch me delete them– poof they’re gone! Continue reading
Splitting hairs and splitting atoms,
You play Eve and I’ll play Adam,
Boil the water, splice the genes,
A Stone* is all soup ever needs.
Can’t you hear the planet yearning?
Time to start those homefires burning!
Pass the salt and pass the carbon,
We’ll bake until the cell walls harden.
[Because random songs are what Friday’s need. *nods solemnly]
[* where Stone = values of 2001 obelisk]
A ship upon a shadowed sea,
Its sails unfurled towards night,
Born forth into eternity,
So fast, and yet, sub-light.
Why yes, my brain is fried right now… how’d you guess? (Otherwise known as: This is why Martha’s are no longer allowed to write poems about solar sails. Or space in general. Evar. *nods solemnly*)
This shattered sky asweep with stars,
In echoes of some distant scars,
Of times and tides, of mice and men,
That pass by once,
And not again.
And all that’s left for eyes to see,
Are shards of light, in memory
There is something in the echoes of the years that slipped away
A shadow of a memory that can’t be made to stay
No matter what I try to do
Like dreams it fades away