Category: Poetry-Thing Thursday

Anything rhythmically or structurally varied from general fiction.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Just Be It Soon

~ S.M. Nolan ~ Leave a comment

Smoke curls around me,
drifts toward the window.
I take hits as I see,
it swirling in limbo.

An ember glows through darkness.
Shadows flare like caricatures on my face.
I exhale as all this,
is forced on a current from this place.

Like smoke I whirl and weave.
Through space and time.
Born to deceive.
Fight and die for the dime.

Still I sit,
at odds with fate,
ever ready for another hit,
and dinner, with death, for a date.

There is no compulsion,
greater than man’s lust.
No matter his revulsion,
at betraying those whom have his trust.

So wax philosophical, folk.
Or wane like a falling moon.
Or carry on the wind like smoke.
Whatever you be,
just be it soon.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: As Waters Rise

~ S.M. Nolan ~ Leave a comment

As waters rise,
cities drown.
The air gets colder,
Society breaks down.

The harshest winter,
known to man,
will leave us all dead,
unless we can,

escape our fate,
by changing our present,
Maybe then our future,
won’t become something
our children resent.

So think of that,
next time you throw,
your trash out,
or your exhaust billows.

For now we have one Earth,
and unless we are careful,
it will be our last–
forever sterile.

So live it up if you want,
but never forget,
it’s not us that’ll pay,
but those not born yet.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Blue

~ S.M. Nolan ~ Leave a comment

Cool clear and blue.
Skies of azure hue.
Seas and eyes too.

Soft and sapphic sapphire.
Great lakes and muddied ire.
Swampland turned, cleansed by fire.

Neon gleams of pure cyan.
Spinning skirts dance can-can.
Jeans of denim on a man.

Electric or metallic?
Plain matte or symbolic?
Sweet or salty to lick?

On black or red with white.
Added to darkness or light.
Too sad or it to fight?

A lone color,
that’s all it is.
But so much more,
when you think of it.
So simple,
yet elegant, grand.
Imagine how much,
value is added,
to woman or man,
adult or child,
when viewed as this color,
and its infinite variants.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: A New World Emerges

~ S.M. Nolan ~ Leave a comment

I close my eyes,
for a moment in time,
and a world emerges.

Each time it is different:
inflamed and roiling,
or peaceful, serene.

But each time it changes,
as do I with it,
and I do my best to help you see it.

Perhaps I’m not too great at it.
Perhaps I’m best of all,
but all that matters is you see it.

War-torn. Burning.
Ashes. Embers.
Static-gray sky.

Or verdant, gleaming.
Fields of silent life,
that flits on by.

No matter the place,
I see it true,
and show it to you.

Remaining unique,
is hard in this age,
but I find I must try,

whether for me or you,
I can’t quite be sure,
but it is no less real nor tangible.

So again I close my eyes,
to view a world anew,
hoping, even fighting,
to convey its fruits to you.