Back when I was on Multiply.Com, a friend Ms. Bebe used to commission a Ten Word Thursday. She popped up on my wall today on Facebook after months of me not doing this challenge. (Also, timely because though I haven't been writing poetry...I've been wanting to) So here are the 10 words she gave me and the poem I came up with.
10 Words:
bemused, judicial, countenance, abyss, adrift, pimpmobile, obedience, enormity, membership, visage
somewhere out on the sea of sonnets
ADRIFT on driftwood
feeling no more good...
my muse,
lies listless
staring up at the stars
wishing for whimsical wisdom
on dying suns
for one...just one line
to buoy out of the ABYSS
its artful assent
rising in OBEDIENCE
aware of how essential
my bard's MEMBERSHIP is.
or maybe,
she lies BEMUSED...
a VISAGE of blankness
that pale COUNTENANCE,
a reflection of the gaping chasm
that's taken resistant residence
all up in my heart...
all through my fingers...
my lips,
a silent dryness
where my golden gift
once dripped with hunger...
i don't know,
perhaps she feels left alone
my time,
meted out between too many loves
or just not enough love for her
and her obstinate stance
is a somewhat JUDICIAL
and heartless eyeing
for allowing her to lie here dying
and leave the both of us crying...
[i'm sorry]
back there...
afar on land
parked ashore
her poetic PIMPMOBILE
sits abandoned,
driven no more...
no music,
no Keys,
no packed bags filled with stanzas and creative acquiesce
just she...
floating in a breeze
in a pool of thought,
i can't seem to seize
somewhere,
too far...for me to write with ease
and though,
i can't swim
i fully intend,
to sing her back to shore
promise to be her whore
if only she'll remember
that i do...love her
temperamental,
neurotic
slightly psychotic
equally hypnotic
dramatic
poetic ass!
