Photo Challenge: Poem – Synchronocity – “Art Hell” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. 

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Credit: Kyla @ Deviantart

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I’m a vivid monument, 

I’m his lover cruelly tricked, 

Just art. 

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Result of magic powerful, 

A priest with such evil intent,

Wounds me. 

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For I had thought the toxic paint,

That burned my skin would kill me,

I wished.

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I only pass out the priest laughs, 

Eyes glinting, evil smile, tells me —

“Enjoy.”

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For this was my punishment,

Tempting our ‘leader’ with my love, 

Trapped now. 

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Not quite alive, not quite so dead,

My man, the leader, loves artwork, 

He stares.

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I wonder if he recognizes,

A shadow of his beloved gone, 

Each night. 
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He comes with pain others cannot —

Ever see; I could’ve been his, 

Soft place. 

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Never can I speak, the priest’s curse, 

Ensured silence, a spell took —

My voice.

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I pray to God help me find —

My love jumps as my voice cries,

Returned. 

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Becomes aghast, furious, 

He thinks me a dream I tell him,

The truth. 

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Our stories, our love, a life —

We’d planned and he listens,

With tears.

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Then such rage summoning priest,

Who is forced to repair me from this, 

Art hell.

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I’m taken from between life and —

Death; restored to my former self, 

I’m saved.

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My hero never gave up on —

Me; didn’t believe I ran, now 

We’re us.

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Priest I have no knowledge of, 

My guy, our leader was enraged, 

Priest dead? 

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Or suffering hell as I?  

Two years in art trapped, lost; 

Now free.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Tanka – ” Different Footsteps” 


My passion writing,

Forming words on a book page,

Collecting writing,

Putting together word puzzles.

How stories and poems are formed

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You say you’ve passion,

For other ideals and work,

I feel it’s so strange,

Jumping on the bandwagon,

University repeated now.

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Don’t believe you know,

Though the words drip from your lips.

What your passions are.

You only see opportunity,

And it’s one which might work for you.

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You try to lead but —

I’m not that follower now,

Life taken me dark places,

Fear and doubt and survival,

Having health, tranquility.

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They tend to overshadow,

Entrepreuneral spirit,

I’m held down from growth, 

To tired to tell you such truth,

Go on with your bandwagon.

If something appears —

To good, usually isn’t —

As good as it seems.

Calculated risks are me.

I’ve need to have some control.

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You’re not a leader,

As you follow the nearest,

Footsteps you see,

Could be opportunity,

I need my own security.

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Not sure you know me,

Time has passed and I’m worn,

Seeing larger screen,

Pictures on a grandeur scale,

Brimming with words, my own task.

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Take no offence friend,

Life is different for me now,

I follow other —

Footsteps in my life and go,

Where I must as time flashes.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.