DP : Ready, Set, Done – A Poem

This was written for the todays Daily Prompt : “Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.”.
It was a complete stream-of-consciousness poem, I have no idea where the images came from. And yes I wrote for ten minutes… (ok, give or take 15 seconds!). Hope you like it.

A passing chance, as a passing dream
Not caught within this yearning grasp.
A view of beauty never seen,
Nor reflected so in mirrored glass.
The river flows with golden light
As life will flow and drift apart,
And within deeps and dark as night
You’ll find my poor and drowning heart.
Such waves of tears, such swell of woe
A tidal pull of unkind loss,
But as the bitter river flows
All treasured thoughts are coldly tossed.
To take a pause and ponder so
The nature of this torrent cruel,
I’ll take my chance where current flows
And ever be the rivers fool.

For The Want Of A Day

I’ve gone back to a more romantic flavour for this one. Hope you like it.
A day, a day;
What worlds are lost for want
Of a day.
What words left unsaid,
Hearts never broached,
All for the want of a day.

An hour, an hour;
What chances missed for the want
Of an hour.
What secrets untold,
Hands never held,
All for the want of an hour.

A minute, a minute;
What glances not seen for the want
Of a minute.
Such eyes never seen,
Gaze not lost in,
All for the want of a minute.

A second, a second;
What heartbeat not felt for the want
Of a second.
A blooming not caught,
Loves start so missed,
All for the want of a second.

A moment, a moment;
Grant sweetly to me the eternity
Of a moment.
A life time at once,
Held in a breath,
All in the eternity of a moment.

Dark Walker

Faithful readers,
This is a strange one. A verse came to me, I started writing the rest, but then the poem morphed and changed and the original verse no longer worked. So I’ve saved it away for another time. Anyway, I hope you like this one. Thank you, as always, for reading.

I’ve often been seen
In emotional slums
A grin that paints pictures of evil,
I scatter my blessings
Like ill gotten gifts
To cause such distressing upheaval.

The tears that are shed
Are like grist to the mill
There to keep the cruel wickedness turning,
To pass in the dark
With a dismissive wave
And a stare to cause sickness and burning.

The weak I pass by
Ignoring their pleas
Dispensing such poisonous wishes,
And all through the night
The stars will stand by
And the moon in its dark will bear witness.

I’ve seen the whole world
It’s tar blackened heart
And I’m often the cause of its sadness,
But still through it all
I’m paid as I go
For I am the master of badness.

So bow as I pass
Avert tired eyes
There’s nought in your saving to offer,
I stand above all
With my cowl of dark grief
And a penchant for making all suffer.

The Word Of Love

So small a word, so letters few,
Such impact has this term,
A whispered breath can deliver so,
A word the earth to turn.
A symphony in single phrase
An orchestra of sound,
Yet many people small of heart
Just throw this word around.
Some to appease, some to convince,
Some others to astound,
But just a few, with purity,
Know the power of this sound.
It has the strength to reinforce
The will to lift you high,
It gives the weak a weapon hard
A castle in the sky.
But I alone know this in truth,
And swear to Gods above,
I sing and shout this word for you,
The glory, the word of love.


I can no longer bear the thought,
Of you not being there.
With weakened will and strength removed,
The constant image of your face
Has proved too much to bear.

Like breath removed from beating chest,
Enfeebled am I now.
And though I fight to carry on,
The rising sun that greets the day
Such pain does it endow.

My universe has lost a star,
The heavens now bereft.
For where an angel shone for me,
My skies are empty now and gone
With nought but darkness left.

In vain the Gods I so beseech,
Return to me my heart.
But in their wisdom often cruel,
My cries are not responded to
And I am left apart.

And here I stand at life’s end road,
I’ve nothing more to keep.
With calmness now the dark I’ll face,
For without you there is no light
So I’ll lay down to sleep.

Hand-Me-Down Heart

This has been inspired by the Daily Prompt today, which talks about hand-me-downs. Not really in line with the actual theme, but this came from the prompt. Hope you like it.

Born with a fault, a restriction from birth,
No power to stop who I am.
Not able to change,
Or make a new start,
Because of my hand-me-down heart.

Through life in its narrows, and turbulent sea,
I’m tossed like a cork on a wave.
Decisions I make,
Already apart,
Because of my hand-me-down heart.

As older I get, the future is set,
Mistakes in loves race ready made.
I’ll hurt and I’ll sin,
I’ll make it an art,
Because of my hand-me-down heart.

And now as I stand, with a son of my own,
What difference to him can I make.
He must earn such trust,
and love from the start,
So avoiding my hand-me-down heart.


Another one that popped into my head, more or less fully formed and posted here without editing. Not sure if I like it, but my muse seems to have decided to pay me a visit so I’ll keep riding the train of inspiration while it’s here.

Abstract expression of feelings well bought,
Not able to hide the true nature of thought,
Who guessed that the lies would be easy to spot,
When the time of the heroes is quickly forgot.

Paint me a picture of seas far away,
Where interesting people drink to the new day,
And when all the madness has swallowed us whole,
Our minds will be willing to forge a new goal.

The scuttling people who swindle and cheat,
All claiming its skill and they think on their feet,
The lords in their manors who laugh like sick drains,
Not knowing that greed is a bruise on the brain.

They’re not for the taking these images here,
But given with pleasure to overcome fear,
And what of the fools who still dance while they burn,
Why they will be saved if they’re willing to learn.

So drink to the masses of who can’t see the truth,
The half broken oldies, the belligerent youth,
As long as there’s some of us willing to strive,
We’ll cling to the joy and the hope so alive.