Wheat field – stands of golden grain
Bread basket – our lives to sustain
A staff of life – giving us our fill
And yet Wheat field can be a bitter pill
The Wheat field – and the harvesting of grain
But also a harvest of inhuman pain
At Gettysburg – Sickles’ – ironic his name
As by his order – a Wheatfield –
Was filled with the slain
Wheat field golden – production of bread
Name associated with life, and the dead
dVerse – Stream of Consciousness Writing
The despondent correspondent
Stepped from the briefing room
He had said such mean things to her
When she entered just a moment too soon
How could he say it’s all news fake –
And personally attack her journal-ism?
Should she her school and paper defend?
After all she’s only eleven
FOWC with Fandango — Despondent
The launderette had a pet – a python large was she
It was amazing where – when she did appear –
The places the customers would quickly flee
Three Line Tales 237
The way to control your people
Is to lie and then lie again
Make the lies so huge and colossal
That there’s no doubt that they could be pretend*
And then when you think you’ve got them
Half truths and prevarications extend
Be it a Dachau or Oswiecim
On people’s hopes and fears depend**
If you want to convince your people
Of your need to go to war
Tell them that mass destruction awaits them
In 45 minutes – not a moment more
Remind the public often
They live in a democracy
Where everyone’s free and equal –
Just maybe – not as much as thee
*The Big Lie
^”Work Makes You Free” A Doublespeak
Blue-grey expanse tipped with white
Risings and fallings
Patterned in unpatterned array
Is that not the wave before me
That I set my gaze upon yesterday?
Not so unique as one might suppose
A companion lingering –
Unwilling to allow me to move too far away?
To think so of a wave
Is that a sign of madness coming on?
Or is it just that I’ve been too long at sea
As the voyage drags on and on?
dVerse – Come sail
You tried to ruin me,
But I knew it could not be done.
I played along with your belief
That you had against me won.
What you could not have known
In your malicious deeds and thought
Was that I had already – the company
With my savings bought.
PS: Please empty your desk by the end of business Friday.
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Finish the phrase “You tried to ruin me, but I…”
Little bookworm cocooned away
With just the written page
But it is there – like a butterfly
That imagination can happily play
Sweet bookworms everywhere
When you emerge from your world of ink
Please share with us your insights deep
Tell us what you thing
Dylan Gillis at Unsplash
Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week is to write a poem which uses synonyms for circled and squared. I went with the cinquain form and the idea of circling around an issue (circled) when what is needed is coming to see things eye-to-eye (squared).
Around the bush
Won’t get us anywhere
Resolution needs to be found
Beams to cut
Pitch to boil
A box to build
A God-sent toil
As dry as sand
A vessel to construct
On water-less land
Nevertheless – my sons and me
Will follow the divine instruction
Build the ark and the animals feed
Before all by rain – faces destruction
August Bible Poem 7