The Oracle was not cheerful this morning. Not that she’s wrong.
clouds of secrets
hold you prisoner,
haunt like a broken window
devouring the air
with poisoned words–
a dark rhythm ices
the heart of foreverafter
as it decays into never–
ghosts linger,
listening
K. 
No, not cheerful, but I really like this one–of course I would with ghosts and windows–but I like how your imagery really evokes a mood.
Clouds of secrets is a wonderful opening line.
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Thanks Merril. Those secrets were the first thing she gave me.
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Oh, cool! She started you off well (without sausage).
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I think I’ve only noticed sausage once.
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She must save it for Jane and me.
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Maybe she thinks it stimulates your creativity.
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😂
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Very poignant poem, Kerfe 🌹
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Thanks Robbie. It’s hard not to feel the weight of the world sometimes.
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💔
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That is ominous. And yes, foreverafter is the same as never. Time again.
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And more time with my NaPoWriMo poem. I can’t escape it.
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Since I’m doing Paul’s prompts, I don’t feel obliged to do the NaPo ones as well.
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I only do them if I can figure out a way to make them work for me. And I’m usually not exactly on prompt even when I do. Prompts should be guides or inspiration, not straight jackets. (K)
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I agree. They’re supposed to be prompts not directions for use.
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wow; yeah – that’s a dark one…
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It’s hard not to fall into that hole these days.
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Agreed
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Riding the train you much see the backside of things. All the long broken window eyes that must have once been a good idea. Now I wonder about those forgotten dreams when they were new. Not really sad, just yesterday. (first piece makes me think kalidescope.. is that right word?)
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Not really sad, just yesterday–that’s one way to put it. It does look like a kaleidoscope, although I didn’t plan it that way.
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Ghosts lingering are never a good sign…
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No.
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Your top image looks like a descending staircase. The poem is dark and maybe why I don’t like the dark: because ghost ears are attuned to it.
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The dark is definitely the realm of ghosts. And ignoring it will not make it go away.
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I find myself very much at home in this one, though I do hope to wander to warmer, brighter spaces soon. I love “a dark rhythm ices the heart of foreverafter.”
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The world could use a lot of brightening at the moment. I hope you get your wish.
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