Splinter trickery from guile
expose flesh shells under sieging petticoats.
Precise incisions slice through sorcery
while creatures whimper
and scrutiny bares deceitful souls.
Redemption rests in mindfulness.
Breathe and be true.
Illuminate the ruse of guile.
Rise to the day’s remains,
splinter trickery from self,
and welcome authenticity.
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The Writer's Island prompt for this fine day was the word "beguile." No title came(I'd welcome suggestions), perhaps as this is a work in progress. It doesn't feel complete to me. Be sure to visit Writer's Island for other takes on the prompt.
7 comments:
beautiful
A very beautifully, if not a bit
bittersweet take on the prompt Brenda.
Nice to see a poem.
Pamela
Some beautifully co structed li =nes here, Brenda. Worth coming back for a re-read.
Thank you for your comments, I'm glad you all like it. I want to reread it too, Viv. I wasn't sure, but as the writing itself becomes more distant, I like it more.
A title evades me, but the words are beautifully written.
I especially loved the last three lines, the rhythm and the word choice. And it's totally happened to me before as well, being at a loss for a title. Hope you'll find the perfect one!
So well written for the prompt and thoroughly enjoyed by this reader.
Illuminate the ruse of guile.
Rise to the day’s remains,
splinter trickery from self,
and welcome authenticity.
Loved these final lines!
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