ten prompt attempt:
Screens bestow heaven in frames
Modern life’s never been since the same
Now we’re glued to our gadgets
Trendings zoom – can you catch it?
Or busy playing the latest free game?
Gifting my Limerick scrawls
Maybe seems like no presence at all
If my wrapping won’t do
I just don’t have a clue
But I’m not trawling through any more malls.
Skin peeled back now revealing the layers
Seeking some sign of sooth-sayer
So the pain it might go
While my skin still crawls so
Advised try meditation and prayers.
I have so many imperfect writings
Many ways imperfection is blighting
My life at stand-still
Throw-back ill, choose the quill
Find ways forward and playfully enlightening.
I had with me a small pocket map
Marked to avoid a clear trap
Though when I fell in
Condemned for my sin
I soon rooted in Mother Earth’s lap.
I am stuck here in one of my faces
Awaiting turn of the winds that bring changes
Sure my hopelessness shows
While I’m bodily slowed
Still I’m hoping my face* rearranges.
My neighbourhood‘s now more isolated
Our community’s been desecrated
With funding withdrawn
And the populus scorned
for historical underclass status.
Can you taste a political flavour?
Savage-spiced – is it one you might savour?
UK sinks down the pan
With rhetorical plan
To wipe out here the weak and disabled.
Mid-October’s now bringing in cold
Middle-aged now I feel much more old
Victimised by the State
A little warmth valued higher than gold.
Poetry 201’s been a pleasure
Though I’m taking it much at my leisure
Writing oft with my pen
To post poems soon when
For computing I feel a bit better.
*face (/faces) is a play on phase(s) but I didn’t like it looking so obvious as to have a ‘phase’ at the ‘face’ of that final line in verse 6.
The bolded words were each day’s theme/prompt word. I drafted this poem on 17/10/2015 to feel like I’d completed writing201 somehow, even though I’m carrying on with it, slowly…