Elaborate, complicated or opaque!
That’s not the stuff I celebrate.
Keep it plain and simple me
Like to boast simplicity.
Over complicated, deep
That’s much to deep?
Some can do it
But not me.
Won’t expand, elaborate
I’ll just repeat.
Once we were legion, now we’re depleted.
So few of us now; we used to be more.
There’s me and my brothers, a few others too
Not sure about some of them; not sure of you!
Surrounded, depleted, outnumbered too few
Our ranks are diminished, whose with us, are you?
Do you stand where you once did? Do you stand with us now?
Our numbers depleted, we sorely need you.
Certainties questioned, the things we once knew,
We’re down to the hard core, the core chosen few.
Rally the ranks, stay true to the cause
it may be a lost cause but surely it’s yours?
You were luminescent
I was incandescent
I glowed with the heat
Of my anger.
You shone with a cool, clear light.
I burned with the heat
Of my temper.
With a gentle charm.
Your life was luminescent
I raged at your gentle calm.
Must I be quick?
Or is another meaning hid?
The basket mid the rushes hid
Is that where baby Moses is?
Or could the rushes hide a trap
That heedless prey may stumble on?
Or just be laid there on the floor
Soft bedding for a gentle nap?
The lesson is that fools rush in
First take a pause and then begin.
The Daily Prompt
You’ve caught me out. I’m slightly shocked.
You’ve kind of caught me on the hop.
The ink’s not dry, it’s still quite wet.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet…
It kind of starts a bit like this
But what comes next you’ll have to guess.
Don’t pressure me or make me sweat.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet.
I’ll write one soon, if you can wait
but hurry me up; it won’t be great.
Peeking now is just not fair
Half an idea, it’s not quite there!
Not quite there. It’s such a pity
Still born, half formed, inchoate ditty.
Your beaming smile
It surely can’t be
Meant for me?
Can this be love
The radiant smile
That stretched across your face
Has such effect on me
Your face so lit
My response to the Daily Prompt via Radiant — The Daily Post