#quartetquips

Hurricane

Battered, bruised, scattered, Wind torn sails, battered hulls, Blown apart, uprooted and rain spattered, Out of it shall we rise and regather.

Measured & Weighed

I can’t breathe, every breath weighed and measured. Sleep, no longer a sanctuary, But a canvas of dreams, Painted in hues of fear, and shades of anxiety.

So yesterday was World Poetry Day. In celebration of the art & beauty that is poetry, I wrote a poem, it’s one of my Quirky Quartets. 

Under Pressure

Equilibrium

Moratorium: Silence speaks the language of defiance loudest. Crematorium: Ashes turn to dust. Here lies inevitability, a sobering reality. Auditorium: Take a bow, listen to that roaring and thundering applause. Sensorium: It’s what connects it all...Connects us all. 

Lysis

I guess this is what lysis means, When all the secrets, truths and lies you’ve contained, Deep within the walls of your heart and being, Fragment, break apart and flow out uncontrollably. 

Apocalypse

Batteries dying, brain cells frying Humanity survives on lying, The world around screaming and crying, Flattery is King in this circus ring.

Containment

When you’re surrounded, By mountains and walls, It’s hard to look beyond barriers, And all you can think of are falls.

Purpose 

No rest for the wicked,  No love for the wretched. Stuck on a constant path, Seeking escape, seeking redemption.