The Circus
It came, then vanished into sawdust.
~kat
A Six Word Story for this week’s prompt word: Circus. Read this and others at Wonderwall’s challenge page in the comments. (voting is on Thursday 😉)
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Boondock Baby
my heart and soul
feel it still, like a warm
wind blowing where
the one thing I know
about living, love, working
hard, having just enough…
this is who I am, no shame,
born on a Saturday night,
raised on five-card poker,
Sunday, say a prayer for me
~kat
A black out poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Prompt Word: Boondocks; Photo (above); Song: Boondocks by Little Big Town (below). I took some liberty to make the poem work this week. The word raised was lifted from a previous section, but it worked for the second to last line.
Boondocks
I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar
I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it’s still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing
I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
It’s where I learned about living
It’s where I learned about love
It’s where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enough
It’s where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that’s home to me
It feels like home to me
I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and (raised) in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the craw fish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
Say a little prayer for me
Songwriters: James Lee Westbrook / Karen Fairchild / Kimberly Roads / Kimberly Schlapman / Kimberly B. Roads / Phillip Sweet / Wayne Kirkpatrick
Boondocks lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Downtown Music Publishing
Epilogue
swan song,
aspirations
unfulfilled, denouement,
finale, final curtain drawn
too soon
~kat
A Cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge-Synonyms Only: plan (aspiration) and finish (denouement, finale, swan song)
i’d like to believe this will pass
all the stones are building a wall
we could reconcile the past
resurrect those bridges with
ancient stone, bring down the
cumbersome…too heavy, too
black, too wrong, too poor,
wanting, wanting more,
the bitter balance between
worlds…life has become too
white, too right, too rich, more
bitter…cumbersome…
life has become cumbersome
~kat
A Blackout Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Challenge: Photo (above); Word: Stoic; Song: Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three (lyrics below with selected text in bold).
Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three
Lyrics (selected text for Blackout Poem in BOLD)
She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
You know I’d like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can’t seem to bring her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance life has become
Cumbersome
Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
No, yeah I know now, know
Know now, know yeah
Your life has become cumbersome
Songwriters: Jason Knowles Pollock / Jason Lawrence Ross
Cumbersome lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
it’s just a quick blink
life in its magnificence
played out in moments
~kat
For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, Prompt Word: Blink.
like mercury colliding... 