• Here is Guillotine bi-trillets

    The ring of steel bells. beckons us to hell
    The audience ignores the sound
    Multiple bodies hit the ground

    The chiming goes on, sings a restless song
    Unrelenting sorrowful tears
    The heart shutters to stop in fear

    Hope is so far gone, whispered please at dawn
    Guillotine swinging in the sun
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    Derelict Dimensions

    I am an abandoned building a series of echoing roomscreaky whispering floorboardscrowned by star freckled roofas time advances and takes its tolla structure solid...and decayingunhidden...but strangely unseensecrets bursting...but unspokenthe stories these walls could tell...memories from rafter to foundationit takes...

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    • I love abandoned buildings and urbex, places that have personality & soul. It really makes you think about all the stories and feelings that haunt those rooms long settled into stillness and the quiet noise of slow decay, so much like those old folks now mostly forgotten.

      • I am an urbex hound myself and feel much the same as you. I suppose that’s what made me follow that theme. Thank you 😊

    • Fantastic, and abandoned. Excellent.

    • Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, your choice in accompaniment fit your words nicely. You have an ear for it in fact. Nicely done as always. I dig this a lot. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you, Damian. Coming from you, that means a lot. I try to hear what the words are saying. They always have a voice of their own and I guess I enjoy and connect more easily with them than with people frequently. Just gotta listen. Thank you, my friend 😊

    • Art at its best. We’re lucky to have you here Willow.

    • Now it matches you. 🙏💖

    • Willow, I hardly know what to say. It is a great honor to have something named for me. I am doubly pleased that it is a decaying old thing which — no, this is not an insult!– that it creaks, with unspoken stories and strangely unseen secrets; the wind does whistle through my cracked windows, my friend, and curiosity still burns with undying heat. another story is always waiting. Yes, you couldn’t have painted a better picture of me with a camera. Thank you for this lovely, lovely gift!
      FD

      • The stories untold are moments lost. When nobody asks, they remain locked away. My elders have been my rocks. The Roots I grew from. Without those stories, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Your young ones must feel the same of you, my friend

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    wait

    the portal shimmers then opensa soul of water and air walks througha being of light reflected in my gazemy head bows I don't wish to meet her looksulken sorrow pure of thoughtI'm concealing sadnessthe vision blurs through my tearswith...

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    ma

    sadness like a fog has settled indespondent and withdrawn I interact almost not at allanxiety swells and I grievethe pain of loss never goes awaythe moments inbetween is all I haveso tonight I turn the music upthe tunes my...

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  • bi-trillets attempt. this one wasn’t easy for me…never do well when rhymin is involved.

    endless night confession

    breathe in the black smoke, love feels like a joke
    the nights we wasted tasted strange
    cheap liquor kiss, dirty exchange

    you were my worst itch, struck like a kill switch
    old barroom lungs in borrowed light
    we swore we’…Read More

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    • A brilliant submittal, Syr Dru 🥂

      Congratulations on another successfully excellent effort in displaying such admirable skill in the true essence and grasp of that which is conveyed in these earnestly shared teaching sessions.

      Your poetic potential is second to none … this piece is spot-on in every sense of the phrase: meter, poetic voice, i…Read More

      • I wonder if we are readin the same poem. I really expected this one to get marked up with a red pen on all the places I went wrong. I appreciate your input and the lessons you’re providin. I’ll agree with you on fixin the rhyme so I’ll add the s to pain. but you’re gonna have to pry my lowercase letters and lack of punctuation from my cold dead ha…Read More

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