DAY 11
Prompt ~ Playing With Words
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For day 11, I chose the alternative prompt, playing with words. It offered me the opportunity to play with one of my favorite writing apps, WordPalette. I suppose it’s much like magnetic poetry, you have words to choose from, to do with them as you please, and sometimes it turns out pretty cool, other times, not so much.
This one is a little in-between, but it says something.
Shadows and light,
superimposed humanity.
Ghosts of the past,
no longer living,
not completely dead,
their voices scattered,
fractured, waiting to be heard.
Memories and madness
trapped beyond the veil,
interrupted existence,
desperate with regret,
seeking to save souls,
looking down upon the living,
they see walking dead.
If they would hear,
if they would listen,
it might not be too late,
they are drowning
in their own noise
in the cacophony
they create,
trapped inside a bubble
they’re not willing to break.
The dead now know,
know too well,
too late,
they see the living
scream without being heard,
shouting to the deaf,
meaningless sounds,
the protests, the discord,
the right and the wrong,
nothing more than a soundtrack
to fill voids the noise can never fill.
If only they would
welcome silence,
they would hear
the echoes of the past
pleading from the nothingness
of what awaits
the beating hearts below,
listen to us,
hear our plea,
find a way to peace,
find a different way to be.
The day is coming,
the winds of change
are raging,
and soon the rains will fall,
hang on tightly to each other,
your differences won’t matter
when the waves come crashing down,
and they’ll come crashing down on all.
Previous Challenge Posts ~
#OctPoWriMo 2017
Day 1 – How Did You Get here?
Day 2 – We Write Because We Must
Day 3 – Cherita Poem – Metal
Day 4 – Where Does Poetry Hide?
Day 5 – Bête Noire – Now I Understand
Day 6 – Don’t Forget to Breathe
Day 7 – The Lines We Cannot See
Day 8 – What do you know, and how do you know it?
Day 9 – Twisted Wonderland
Day 10 – Choose Them With Care
The Qwiet Muse 
It has that Game of Thrones vibe of impending doom, but tells its own story. A poem you can dwell in.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
The Muse, at play in a field of words.
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“Play is the establishment and exploration of relationship.” – Gregory Bateson
Playing with words we are indeed establishing and exploring the relationships among them and between us and them. And, letting in a bit, or a lot, of the random, casting, one way or another, the linguistic dice, is definitely part of the fun.
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