A seed poem for Chalkboard’s Time to Rhyme project

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Photo by Matt Seymour on Unsplash

Like cheap tea brewing in a fragile cup,
they let you steep
then wrung you out, releasing bitter words
you could not keep.
And as they spilled and stained, they scalded, scarred.
The pain runs deep.
I listen; there is nothing I can do
to help. I sweep
shards and fragments, wipe away all trace
and watch you weep.
A burden shared is doubled, never halved.
I do not sleep.
Each day I strain and struggle and each night
I work to break what’s wrong and fix what’s right.

This cavatina is a seed poem for the Time to Rhyme collaboration on Chalkboard. To continue the rhyme chain, choose rhyming words from this piece as a base for your poem. Learn more

I am
not who you think I am
not who you expect me to be
not who you want me to be —
I am not defined by you

I am
not designed in your words, your deeds
not created by the presence or absence of you
not born in opposition to you
I am not defined by you

I am
uncounted pieces melding to form one
implying imprecision, defying definition
nothing less, nothing more than
I am

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Wild. Photo by Raj Sharan

I wrote this poem in response to the following challenge:

A Write or Die response to After the War by A Maguire

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Photo by Rubén Bagüés on Unsplash

It had gotten
seriously out of hand —

The smooth surface of the air
throbbed. Its shine
and fire had died, breath held
to feed the winter.

It was coming
as sure as their seed —

The wind like a gunshot
of order, like the impossible
children conceived through
their hunger.

Flames of sleep
shivered close and strong —

The sharp voice called:
back, knees, hips hauled upright,
a hand vaguely walking
bones around the walls.

(not tonight)
coming, with the smile
cracking time behind him.

He hadn’t told anyone yet.

A Maguire,

As I searched for combustible materials during my stay in the Hell of the Dead, I came across a discarded story. I searched for its rightful owner but was released into the Living Hall before I could find them — with this story still in my hand.


Tamyka Bell

Sponsored Altra Red Team Member. Sobah Beverages Fit Team Member. writes. runs. drinks coffee. doesn’t go in for that whole sleep thing

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