Circle

I met new people today
Their personalities must be full
And lifetimes in the making
But I just got the free sample
Where you don’t really know if
You want the whole thing
Or the sample was quite enough

Really I’m a nice person
And I’m sure they’re nice people too
And I’ll really actually not mind
Learning more about them if the conversation flows
Not like wine that is poured purely for social etiquette
But if it flows like a song
Each instrument still playing notes of their own
While dancing with the others
Until the song is over.

Twiglet #240 | The Stars Burn

Saying the stars burn
is like saying that
Life is for living!
It sounds poetic,
Insta quotable.
But it is a mere
Fact. That I wish more
people listened to
Really listened to.
Not just heard as part
of the herd that just
follow, and not do.

Written for the Twiglet prompt.

Each line of my poem has 5 syllables (this started by accident and then I tried to continue it). Is this a named type of poetry at all does anyone know?

Weekend Writing Prompt | Summer Nights

The glow of fire
millennial fire mind you
4K on YouTube
“most realistic HD crackling”
Cosies me on summer nights
summer nights cold with neglect
not lonely
content in my own company
Candles join the party
black amber
wild lavender
all the plants I grow are wild
really they grow themselves
I just let them live rent free
Their flames move like arms at a rave
a rave more real than my fire
scents of drunk grass, unwashed souls
smeared in metaphorical mud of mental illness
we all seem pigs in mud these days.

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Wrting prompt!

Twiglet #236 | The Last Word

I always had to have the last word
To feel I’d won the fight.

You always let me have the last word
Because you cared more about us than winning.

Thank you for all your losses so we could win and weather
The storm I was the eye of
That we still suffered together.

I now see
It’s not you vs me
It’s us vs anything life attempts to make us hurdle
I’m ready to take one, two, three for the team
And let you win
And if I have learnt a goddamn thing
It won’t feel like I lose
But that we just sail out
Onto calm waters
Our hands gripped tighter
than they were before.

Prompt from The Twiglets

Freedom Day?

Sun rose yesterday
Window to experience
Bright dawn modern life

And then they took it away
Crushed by waves, anxious
Days stretch unknowingly to
Demise of the life
I’d been rebuilding, anew.

In the UK the government are going blasé on the COVID safety restrictions from the 19th July. Along with opening nightclubs and lifting capacity on events, they’re removing the need to wear masks or socially distance.

While lots of Brits are celebrating, for me as a vulnerable individual this is taking away a lot of freedom I’d been enjoying. Despite being young and double jabbed, if I were to get COVID the results could be devastating, even life ending. While I can sympathise with people wanting to get back to normal, any sense of normality I’ve been enjoying (seeing some friends, going out to eat, etc) will probably be no go’s again very soon.

With hundreds of thousands of cases predicted each day, it’s going to be a minefield that I just can’t risk. And it will be the same for the plethora of other young vulnerable individuals and all elderly people.

This is just another notch on a long list of uninclusive acts from our country’s government. But I guess there will at least be a easy way to tell if someone is a nice person from now on, whether they’re wearing a mask in indoor public places… *sigh*

The High Before Sunrise

The low moon is low
Hiding in the pale sky
Translucent
Barely present
But still the crescent of my eye

It pierces my sleep
And captures my mind
Imprinting images
Dancing, disturbing, until
I have to stare or go blind

And now I sit present
Under that bright ‘fore sunrise
As if this light should make sense
Rather than being a wonder
A miracle; one of life’s highs.