Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Poem – Free Verse – “Weight of a Little World”


I hold a small world on my classic physique, with my fortitude.

Holding up this bridge and pathway, doesn’t matter my attitude,

For it’s one of being cursed in marble, and accepting my sorrowful lot,

Having made the mistakes I’ve made, the gods left me to rot.

Pondering the beach, as Atlas pondered and beheld the heaven’s light rays, 

I bend my head, and think of the day, and to gods beyond Zeus I pray, 

Release me from my prison, veins of liquid blood congealed.

My stone figure, muscled, and taught; made to endure forever, concealed.

Bracing myself on stone, solid rock, muscles strained, no thought, and no slipping, 

Not even able to see my own face cringing, the expression rain is chipping,

My own little world on my back, I hold my personal pain; I hold your fate.

For mine’s an eternity braced as I am, scanning earths children; nothing to do but wait.

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Word Count: 154 words

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Sonnet ” Goodbye my Friend”


Goodbye, my friend

It’s a melody

I’m playing for somebody

He only hears not a word I send

Goodbye, my soul

You ache and you bend

Part of my heart you could lend

And move me beyond this role

You could make him care again

Make me feel whole and real

Because right now too much I feel

My body feels hurt in pain

My heart it hardens, does it end

Or will I ache until your arms they bend.

That Way


English: Flower of Arctotis sp.
English: Flower of Arctotis sp. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wished I had not acted that way

I wish today that I had had something to say

Six years ago, but I cannot right the past

On years of experience now I lay

 

I wish today you were sitting by me

That we were friends happy to be

Chemistry is strong, but the connection was weak

However, I tried I could not make you see

 

That was years ago, and you would not bend

All my sense, my feelings, the truth I could not send

You never understood, how could you know

Today I look into his eyes and see for you the end.

 

A new day, for me, – the past and present blend.