The Beast in Me

Come to me, you wild beast,
You whirling storm of beauty
Battered, scarred, bruised and teased
You grew beyond majesty

Wide, cold skies weep for you
In pain, relief and sorrow
Rage rumbles, deep and true
No gods will reign tomorrow

Nor hold you trapped in caves
Where man’s faithless, dank pride grips
Where the ceaseless lie staves
Off a small apocalypse

Come, fly free, fly stronger
You’ve broken stone and cruel fate
Breed your courage longer
Your kind, for you, yet await


Quarter Crazy Marathon
Quarter 3 - 2020
Prompt 6 - 2pm EST

Prompt #6: Picture Prompt

No Pressure

Relaxation
(i remind myself)
is the key to Beauty

timed tests
and pressures
might create infinite
diamonds
(but only over time)

fissures
cracks
flaws

(We must realize)
are the inevitable
result
of

TOO MUCH
TOO FAST
TOO SOON

There are bromides
for everything

Fences sat upon
in great uncertainty

As winds or breezes,
ice or snow
rain or sunshine fall

As the sense 
of infinite plausibility
wends round-and-round

A fence to guard
A carousel
A barrier for safety
or for holding back wishes?

Draw strength from
your uncertainty
embrace the miasmic

Nonsense
that wakes you
stalls you
shields you

and realize
that

in the exchange -
in the embrace -
in the reverse lifestyle
(from all you’ve been urged)

YOU DEVOTE
YOUR LIFE
TO BEAUTY


Quarter Crazy Marathon
Quarter 3 - 2020
Prompt 5 - 1pm EST

Prompt #5: Use at least 8 (or all) of the following words in your poem:
fence, uncertainty, devote, ice, draw, reverse, nonsense, exchange, infinite, relaxation, wind, bathtub, lifestyle, guitar, realize