Ripples of the mind…
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Written by Blue-Eyed Devil
One small question tugs at the mind
And I fear that the answer revealed would be bad.
Am I a mad man at play being sane
Or a sane man feigning being mad?
Still waters sighing
As tears of gods that crash down
Ripples peace of mind.
Lightning strike thunders.
Staggering, gripping the fists,
Storm too slow to pass.
This small selection of poems were created by one author – our Haiku Hero, Blue-Eyed Devil – but this time we’re mixing up his writing a little by adding in a short poem with two haiku. Don’t worry, you can still sit back and have your brew while we give you a minute to read, ponder and decipher his mad scribblings, but just with a new snazzy title that puts his work in the spotlight. Plus, you wouldn’t really forgive us if we snuck in a short poem with two Haiku and labelled it as “Haiku Selection V”, would you? If you enjoyed this and haven’t checked out his other Haiku, make sure you take a gander at ‘Haiku Selection IV‘.
Somewhere In Time. Their desire for each other leads to their demise. A haunting of memories never to be renewed.
Image: Somewhere In Time film still
Written by Magnificent Mayhem
Nostalgia is a poison
Sipped from every day,
These sickly sweet memories
Eating me alive;
Chewing holes in the reality
Of what is now.
I want to call you by your name
To claim you as my own,
If only for the little while
I can stretch out those letters
To keep you on my lips.
Magnificent Mayhem’s two short poems are coupled together to show the distinct differences between two voices. The first sharing anguish and distaste for the past and a longing to break free of such memories, while the second bears a voice dripping in desire, with a hope to keeping the memory alive to satiate those feelings. Originally Magnificent Mayhem considered naming the two pieces “Me and You”, but this created a united relationship between the two, rather than an intrinsic distance. If you enjoyed “I & You”, make sure you check out “Residue” – a wonderful poem juxtaposing the fragility of a doll to the shifting of power within society.
Written by Avantgardian
How about a kip on the bed?
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battle arena for baby brothers
dance floor for sister’s dolls
keeper of coins yet to be counted
carrier of clothing spread and novels read
cover for cash and valuable deeds
habitat for spiders home to silverfish
a pillow harvest a stuffed bear preserve
snack bar washboard trampoline
lounging place for naked bodies
groping thrashing flailing sleeping
unseated table (topped in tasteless sheets)
that stirs a cerebral discussion
what stimulant of discordant dreams
what altar of opposite function.
Adversary of civilized men
petrified in dry cement
like an acorn thrown in reverie
these words the seed of artistry.
New contributor Avantgardian submitted a selection of short poetry to Inkblots Magazine; our editorial team has chosen the two we thought explored such a simple object or theme in an intriguing light, offering new or a change of perception. Through his own style, Avantgardian has produced two top-notch poems, and we’re excited to see what else he creates.