fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Genre's of Cognition
Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene white walls lead me to an empty room A bed with white linen, a mirror with a white frame embellished with carved gold lace, and an empty white crib No people, no laughter, no sounds of chatter Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene A passenger in a car speeding down an empty road at midnight in the desert Air on my face from the cracked window Smiling, laughing, and free no worry of crashing Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene A prince and his queen with a loyal court Finest furnishings Sweet lips kiss on my hand, my forehead, blushing at each sweet word said Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene A space odyssey unknown forces and forms Glowing gasses and lights and technological might Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene I'm being chased, followed and stalked like a gazelle by a lion Under attack by an ever-present force Running, running and hiding. The palpable fear stunning. Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene I trace the books on the shelf a compendium of worldly knowledge. The bed with white linen, a mirror with a white frame embellished with carved gold lace, and a crib Just down the hall A room with white walls, airy sweeping blue curtains A painting of a tree in indigo and a rocking chair I always stand in the doorway, nothing to say. Staring in a room, as if I know this space, this room, while I hear an old comforting tune Waiting for someone, what feels like a Millennium.
By simplicity3 years ago in Poets
Dear Grandma
Dear Grandma Delois, OMG! I miss you so much, let's start. How are you grandma? What's it like up there? Are there any crystal stairs? Clouds everywhere? I do wish you were still down here. Just being honest. You got to meet my oldest daughter. She was eight when you went away. Guess what? I had another baby. I have two girls now, you missed her by about a year. I did the math, I got pregnant with her on Halloween. Next July, she was here. You know what, I have something to ask because I wanna know. What happened that day? The day you had to go. They said the cause of death was a heart attack. By "they", i mean the hospital and doctors. Is it true? You were lying on the floor near the phone. Reaching for the phone to call for help, is that what you were trying to do? A small amount of blood was found near by. It was ruled natural causes, so no autopsy. But why? Yes you took a beta blocker, but did you have serious heart problems before? Less than a year in North Carolina before you died. So many tears we cried. Here in Baltimore you were good. It has been 9 years. I still can't read the obituary. I cry too much. I'm still sad you left me, left us. I love you so much. You mean the world to us, to me. I will see you again, until then, continue to rest in peace...
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Poets
