The Ten Word Wonder

May 2017

Sean Hopps

Witches

They dance 'round a fire
In the moonlit night sky,
When the air's still and heavy
And a thunderstorm nigh.

Their hexes are hexed
With the evilest intent,
With their unearthly cackle
From hell's fires sent.

Burn them all, light the pyres!
When the sun is the storm;
When the hexes they hex
Cannot take the right form.

Next time when they dance
In the moonlit night sky,
We'll burn them to ashes,
When thunder is nigh.

May 2017

Akira Chinen

First, last, and always

We are but specs of dust on the dying breath of giants walking through the clouds of the illusion of time and the space of dreams
And what are we but insignificant to the great vast empty wind blowing through the cosmos
Except when we dare to wonder and question and perceive our life as more than meaningless
And no matter the size of our feet or the matter within the marrow of our bones
Is it not within the divinity of our blood and the madness of our souls that we have found the profound bewildering act, existence, ability, and song of love
A song in which we feel more than we can hear
an ability to live outside of death and exist outside of time
and act like fools while uncovering the ancient threads of wisdom that reverbrates from star to endless star
And if I am not reminded of beauty every time I see eternity swirling in the magic and cinnamon of your eyes
If I am not swept through both the promise of heaven and the sins of hell when tracing the curves of the mischief of your smile
If I do not become helpless to do anything but coo as a baby would under the radiance of your heart
Then I would be disconnected from all that is
and all that ever was
or will ever be
For in all that you are
All that you ever were
And all that you will ever be
You will always be love
First, last, and always

Mar 2017

Aeerdna

rain in my coffee and tears on my shirt

There's a storm inside me
it starts every time I hear your laughter in the night,
when I think about the way we changed
from human beings
to some people who can only share
some words written on a cold page;

it's hard to explain how is it that I miss you
when I've never really had you in the first place
and you wouldn't understand
you see
your heart has long forgotten about feelings like these.

still

I hear your voice calling my name
I see you before my eyes
even in my dreams I write you in bleeding lines
and in my waking hours
your smile brings raindrops in my coffee
and tears on the shirt I wear
because once you said that you liked it;

spring brings tulips at my doorstep
but it's hard to feel their perfume
to let their scent in my broken lungs;

people tell me that all I have to do
is breathe

but it's hard to breathe without crying.

The Ten Word Wonder Mar 2017

My Love

I always suffer quietly while she sleeps in utter bliss

#love #pain #bliss #soulmate