#OctPoWriMo Day 29/Three Line Tales: Poem — Lunes – “Cascading HeartBeats”#amwritingpoetry #3LineTales


For OctPoWriMo Day 29 the prompt is the meaning of numbers. Also, combining with Sonya of Only 100 Words #3LineTales. I’ve a actually 6 lunes, but, oh well.


Credit: Lichun Kirb via Unsplash


Strumming notes; beats pulsing inside,

Guitar picks busted.

Fingers burn, keening rhythmic tunes.

*****

My instrument sings electronic meaning,

Strums touch inside;

Travellers dreaming, tapping toes, humming.

*****

I awaken, each morning crooning;

Records propped behind,

Writing mine; melodious notes capturing.

*****

I’ve got soul, I’ve crescendoing —

Harmony, musical concertos;

Promenading strangers, remember my anthem.

*****

Sweet words of dew glisten,

Off velvet tongue;

Butter melting, heartbeats propelled, lingering.

*****

Life lyrics, haunting, melding euphoria;

Hope sung, understanding —

Echoes; anthem compels cascading heartbeats.

*****


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Friday Fictioneer: Poem – Free Verse – “Echo Beyond”


Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.


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Credit: C.E. Ayr

Parts of city, no one admits are here,

Only smashed cars, railroad tracks live dying.

Find a fleck of hope here;

There’s not but skeletons, twisted years lost.

*****

We stare into the crisscrossing of tracks,

Wonder how all the trains never seem lost.

For accidents, no care.

Here is our place, where no one dare go.

****

I will always hope,

Wishing there’s more left,

Then empty spaces littered.

I’ll find strength where it hurts,

Will I change our lot?

Someday our names will echo beyond.

*****

I’m tired of staying in this mishmash space,

There’s more to life than choking on coal dust.

My love, we’ll find our place.

We’re wolves, eyes gleaming, searching for home.

*****

Bitterness leaves me caught in this valley,

Is still and hot; we’ll move, find our names.

Wolves as you and I,

Our might is large; ignored, we’re crafty.

*****

I will always hope,

Wishing there’s more left,

Then empty spaces littered.

I’ll find strength where it hurts,

Will I change our lot?

Someday our names will echo beyond.

*****


“The Cave” – Mumford & Sons


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