A poem in waiting. Write it.

[Lauren Hynde]

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/stairway.jpg

 

[WickedEve]

Your photo? Looks like one you may have taken. It's fantastic. It's not screaming anything at me yet, though. Stairs. Hmm... What lies beyond the stairs? Will I focus on what's at the top and beyond, or what's at the bottom and beyond? So many possibilities and I got nothin'! Oh wait! I just had a gruesome idea. I love it. I have to go take my daily walk. I'll see if I can get this poem started while I'm doing it. I'm so excited with this bloody, gruesome image! Yes, my life is so boring that I'm excited by this.

Edited to add:
Confession


and then he went bump bump bump
like a body in the night
as I drug him to the bottom
and out across the sand

there's a lovely field down the road
and beyond our view
where a bit of color is happening

probably more than a bit
if I'd buried him there

though I'm no gardener


(I made it half mile and this popped into my head and probably should have stayed there)

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Your photo?

Yes. I knew there was a poem - or several - waiting to be discovered, when I found those stairs. I'm excited at the prospect of finally seeing them.

 

[cymry]

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/stairway.jpg

Stairways waiting,
like the empty bones
of a predator whose failings
only serve to assuage
its hunger.
The long hollow sky holds
council with such wastes,
screaming an insinuation
of devoid existance.

 

[annaswirls]

a start

The splinters, thick under skin
pulled with a nausea
I would not know
until years later
resembled childbirth.

That vertigo churn
and sway of expulsion
pulled like beads,
thin parts of me leave a trail.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

waiting
like the empty bones
of a predator

The jury is still out on the rest of the poem - I need a bit more time to think about it - but these three haiku-like lines are devastating. They would make a great poem all on their own.

Thank you.

 

[cymry]

The jury is still out on the rest of the poem - I need a bit more time to think about it - but these three haiku-like lines are devastating. They would make a great poem all on their own.

Thank you.

Thank you for the compliment. As far as the rest of the poem, any suggestions or thoughts are of course always welcome.

There are so many possibilities as to what that image could inspire. I've played a little with it here...


Stairways

The evenly spaced rails
bear a gastly
semblance
to an undertaker's smile,
casting a thin veneer
of benevolence
all the while anticipating
a slip into oblivion.

 

[wildsweetone]

The top stair in the sun
bears the stain
of our sex-raged tantrum.
We barely made it there
in the icy moonlight
with sand to our knees,
salty water to our brows,
shins black and blue.
Under a bruised sky
pain surfaced later.

 

[wildsweetone]

She stood there
on the top stair,
the gossamer-winged Goddess.
I watched her eyes focus
far on the green horizon
white caps curling
around her bare toes.
With pupils dilated
the sea swallowed
the first soul.





(sorry, couldn't resist the gossamer wings lol)

 

[Lauren Hynde]

(sorry, couldn't resist the gossamer wings lol)

(Who can? )

 

[wildsweetone]

we need sandspike to come and lift the tone

 

[bluerains]

strolling alone
shoreline now empty
except for a pair of
burkenstocks
shaded in gray stairs
descending from the sky
where her once shy skin
laid upon the shifting
sands having
her soft breasts
kissed in purple haze

 

[Lonelypoet]

Upward Trudge

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/stairway.jpg

Up and up and up I climb,
once at the top the view's sublime.

I see a babe on distant beach,
my thoughts, they hope,
her heart to reach.

She waves at me, her smile so fair,
and damn I tripped on that last stair.

We made love when the moon came out,
grinding in that sandy grout.

Then.............BLISS!!!!

~ Lonelypoet

 

[flyguy69]

Yes. I knew there was a poem - or several - waiting to be discovered, when I found those stairs. I'm excited at the prospect of finally seeing them.

Are these stairs Scottish?

 

[Liar]

sticks piled snakes man
across the inevitable

we build the darndest things
on sand
and stand
as safe as we can

but a blink
for the dune

and our mark on eterniry
will be dust
washed away

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Are these stairs Scottish?

Alas, not yet. They hail from the southwest of Portugal.

 

[Liar]

Alas, not yet.

You plan to make them Scottish?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

You plan to make them Scottish?

No, but you can if you want.

 

[flyguy69]

A bit of scotch
and the whole world leans
like a crazy railing: a protector
for those that dare ascend,
those that risk
the splinters for glimpse of sky.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Confession


and then he went bump bump bump
like a body in the night
as I drug him to the bottom
and out across the sand

there's a lovely field down the road
and beyond our view
where a bit of color is happening

probably more than a bit
if I'd buried him there

though I'm no gardener

I had missed this! It's great to have you back, Eve.

 

[Remec]

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/stairway.jpg

children shout and
cry at the encroachment of
waves and foam along
the variable edge between
ocean and shore, but my
eyes are cast beyond the
dunes to the raggedy stairs
we took to get here, hoping
for a silhouette against the
empty sky.

 

[RhymeFairy]

http://no-troy.planetaclix.pt/images/stairway.jpg

eyes aglow
with wicked intent
shadow lurker,
he is all but spent.
waiting in wait, for her.
come this way lil gurl.
let'me see you,
step
step
step.
yes, she comes.
dark moon glows,
outlines her shape.
hair of red, billowing cape.
succulence, on two dainty legs.
lips smacking lust, pins him
to that spot.
stairs above
sand below,
sharp jagged rocks
beckon, to tha side.
rickety step murmuring.
she ... is next.





umm ... well it came to mind.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

umm ... well it came to mind.

'Tis the season.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

It is not just one
I see it though
sitting there, in a dare
for me to take it
calling like the silent wind
"go ahead"
so I did

I took the first step

to climb to see
what could be
at the top
I gaze
ponder
wonder
yearning

I ascend
to see
what could be.

 

[Guest]

I see a picture with sand,
and wooden steps that go to land,
but the ocean goes unseen,
yet it's imagined,
and it takes me back
to bittersweet memories.

~

An empty beach;
we're in luck today.
There's no one here but us,
so we wont get lost
finding our beach towels
for once.

The sun beats down on bare shoulders,
and I tease my older brothers
They have to wear teeshirts
because of sun poisoned blisters,
and I don't.

I get to tan and you don't. Nanny, nanny, poo-poo.

I get it back. It figures I would,
and I always get it worse.

My freckles pop out like Annie,
and they want to play poke-a-dot
with my face. Damn that sun, I say.
I liked it a minute ago.

Get that pen away!
You're not writing numbers on my face!

I run fast, pant, try to catch my breath,
step on a broken beer bottle,
gush blood, dart for the steps,
and get a splinter in my toe.