Waiting

At six, living is waiting for growth.
At thirty, living is waiting for trust.
At sixty, living is waiting for loss.
Past that, living is waiting on God.


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you don't miss the e till its gon

@Rivernotch - I like that!

carrion with parsnips: dish of bugs
       or
                     parsnips smack of ruination


parsnips all grown up
hunting for mouths to disgust
i'd fork a slug first

(09-26-2016, 11:30 AM)RiverNotch Wrote:  This damn prompt:
blowing up a balloon
so much it kills you

Elegant haiku/senryu!  (And complies with all rules of the day)
      
Now if we could just find balloons pre-inflated,
                                                                     hear!
                                                               dogs could
                                                    so high only
                             and talk in tiny voices
we could let them fill us up

(09-26-2016, 12:12 PM)lizziep Wrote:  carrion with parsnips: dish of bugs
       or
                     parsnips smack of ruination


parsnips all grown up
hunting for mouths to disgust
i'd fork a slug first

I DESPISE parsnips. My body rejects them like poison. My mother once told me to stay at the table until I'd eaten them - I was 6 years old. At midnight she relented.

(09-26-2016, 12:48 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  

(09-26-2016, 12:12 PM)lizziep Wrote:  carrion with parsnips: dish of bugs
       or
                     parsnips smack of ruination


parsnips all grown up
hunting for mouths to disgust
i'd fork a slug first

I DESPISE parsnips. My body rejects them like poison. My mother once told me to stay at the table until I'd eaten them - I was 6 years old. At midnight she relented.

Tools of SATAN.

http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/t...s-parsnips

(09-27-2016, 06:10 PM)Achebe Wrote:  http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/t...s-parsnips

I've just lost my faith in baking.

Parsnip and Maple Syrup Cake? 

(09-27-2016, 06:14 PM)just mercedes Wrote:  

(09-27-2016, 06:10 PM)Achebe Wrote:  http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/t...s-parsnips

I've just lost my faith in baking.

Parsnip and Maple Syrup Cake? 

Parsnip & maple syrup cake
Salted caramel parsnips

Those two don't sound too bad... but drowning in sweet and rolling in oil
will make pretty much anything tasty.

I bet it's a lot like carrot cake... I LOVE carrot cake.

Your Mum's up stairs

Sunlight slips on pallor mortis
and I pass warmth onto skin
holding my hair as it falls
a good day for a walk I said
just wanting to talk, to pass on
words across our void.

Down stairs dad rings family
but cant finish the call
so I do, hard as plastic
factual and frank.
Just wanting to talk, to pass on
words across our void.

A coffin roasts to ash
hands took for sympathy
Vicars mouth falls short
in sounds of crowds.
Just wanting to talk, to pass on
words across our void.

Foot falls on our mountain,
dust drops soft to grass
I look for a sign to find
this spot again and ask why.
Just wanting to talk, to pass on
words across my void.

       

                                                < autonomy >
                                               
                                                your hurting
                                                your pain
                                                my withdrawal

                                                distinct
                                                hollow
                                               
                                                you
                                               
                                                gone
                                               
                                                i forsook you...
                                               
                                                     - - -

(09-25-2016, 05:08 PM)cvanshelton Wrote:  All a hush now.
This day wraps
in wintry gray
and black spots on slush.

What is familiar is
fading away,
but longings stay.

Your slip and bra hang just
so on our boudoir door;
not to touch again,
just a constant hoping
that you will find your way back.

And still, if I fog our North window
an “I luv u” you put
with your pinky and saliva
stands out again, as if just…

And my ribs strain to hold
a ripping agony
that hollows my soul
from my body,
and I find again today
that I am just
a husk of a man.

I love the immediate details in this like the slip and bra and the window fog. Well done, C.

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(09-27-2016, 06:10 PM)Achebe Wrote:  http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/t...s-parsnips

Like trying to make a turd appetizing with enough caramel and sugar.

Missing

My kayak mimics a dragonfly
and aims towards your dock,
flat wings cutting through morning mists.
Dawn's hush joins us,
you broad and flying
as I float, solo.

Recent chat about this prompt got the wheels turning. Death was a brilliant choice, for me it needs to be in the past, had it not happened it would not be death but removing the option for "ed" pulls death into the present where, of course, everything exists. 42, ha. The chat also reminded me bad poems happen, so I wrote one.

No options

You.
You abandon
us not by option
but with a drag,
a pull, a yank
into a distant unknown.

I know you didn't detach
of your own volition,
too thoughtful, too kind
to do so. Still, my dispatch
to you finds only a wink,

a nod.

My cry for aid gains
only a knowing grin.
Thanks for that, it will do.

finality room

vacuum fills up this cabin
and sucks on a mouth,
its body dwindling
into blanks cold as snow.
don´t disturb, faith can grant a warm coat.
small clouds of air part pallid lips,
chill to crystals, awaiting to thaw.
a soul´s mass is small,
just an anagram
for a rippling spark.