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My Inktober Art - 2019

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Answer 1

Prompt 1: Ring

Mind to my own,
Tread the walk
Dancing among trees
Pebbled with merry stone
Seemingly alone,
But I left my heart at home
With a white,
Perhaps impetulant dove
That sung me up this morn
And to that beginning
A man feels reborn

Time stolen away,
By this arduous forray
Finally the cavern twinkles at me
With a shiver, I curl up my sleeves

Noon had past,
Over the mountain the sun had pathed
Yet I needed not the oil, to light my work
The cave shone with heavenly earth
In my wanders and my toil
This blessed ground I had found
A piece of God’s palace
Shattered unto Earth,
The break from the wood and stone
An age of gems, steel
And perhaps even trouble
Yet that was not why I was here
I was here, for a specific dear
Melody of a crystal, to place on her finger
And when I finally cleaved the flower
From the top of the palace grounds
The mountain shook,
Aether had resounded

Answer 2

Prompt 2: Mindless

A peaceful silence,
Makes way for him
With bored feet
Crushing away fall’s leaves
Not a whisper calls his name
The game is absent,
Fame is at bay

A flash of gold,
Serrates a silver slipstream
His eyes follow,
They wake
They bleed
And so he exhales
With a solemn hope to see
What waits for him,
Beyond that curtain of leaves

It is quick
So his pace fastens
It washes away,
Distance beckons saddening
And a tear falls from his eyes
Piercing a leaf…
Sparks fly from its hammock
It wakes
It bleeds
Flames curl away,
All the while seething

"Merry gold, folly gold"
He sings and he sings
“Come back to my forge
I have the finest tools,
And greatest of meanings.”
It swivels and blinds his eyes
Maybe it’s not meant for him
Maybe he’s just a lie

He pulls himself from the soil
Wearing fall’s leaves,
Bearing such toil
The leaves are black
They gave their flames to him
His eyes wash with red
Knees snap back to the bend

A fateful cry leaps from his mouth
This creature is no man,
Something more? Something wrong…
Animals flee to their homes,
As its heart begins to speed
Its blood turns to magma
Hope turns on her feet for another season

~

That place doesn’t exist anymore
People say a man walked in there,
And then it became nevermore
All they know is that when it became gone
An empty skull was left, staring at a sun
That had fallen from Nyx,
To love no one.

Answer 3

You should rap

Answer 4

Prompt 3: Bait

She walks on water,
So that you don’t have to
Her feet are cold and wet
Yet her smile dances about you
Unfurling her wave for the summer wind
Allowing the currents to take her
To where victory lies within
All the while, loosing her voice
Unto the mellow, welcoming waters
One step, two steps, perhaps a third?
Its sings, it brings — will is thin
A third.
And the water welcomes another disturbance

She’s flying down the river
You have to catch her, she’s flying away!
The rocks rush towards you,
But nothing's standing in your way
You tell the rocks to be quiet,
So they relinquish their stay
You ponder about the water,
But one wink keeps that thought at bay

A giggle finds you from around the corner
One hand adjusts the brush
Alas, you found her!
Your cold arms stretch out,
With trembling wrinkled fingers
She spears you with a barb — rippling away into a sphere

Answer 5

@Ballery1 I leave that to my sister's boyfriend. It turns out he raps my poems. Although I haven't heard a rendition before. Perhaps soon enough (:

Answer 6

Once when I left early from home
A mountain stared at me with solemn stone
It seemed to whisper, beckon in my ear
“Climb my face. Heaven is here.”
So I altered my course, and set for its feet
Which created valleys, with lakes in between
To the top, away I stole
Thunder watched me, Tartarus broiled below

My fingers grasped the final stone,
The clouds kissed me, wet and cold
Sweat strode to the ground around me
The air whispered, of powers and boundaries
And when my warm, daring breath,
Scared away the mountain mist
A luminous palace formed - beyond the mountains zenith

Steps shimmered into place,
Golden plated moisture and faith
Their form woke and broke
A bestial set of unfathomable stairs
That stoked my stare, and demanded my fare
So I thrusted out my coin, and dropped it into the air

I never heard it drop, not did I hear myself
One foot stepped off the mountain,
Then another, a painless thought
And I could no longer see the stairs
Yet I could still climb their face
To the palace — that began to wake

The nuance of its majesty eluded me
These walls were not crafted for my eyes
For even when I reached its doors,
And opened them to no fanfare
It stoked my stare, yet left me bare
Light that left me not blind,
Yet relinquished nothing to wear

Only one room made itself known to me
It’s entrance rose higher than my vision,
With two columns with faces ever changing
My eyes were stolen away from that complexity
To what encompassed the room before me
A circular depression dominated the room
With stones that glistened, a meadow of bloom
And this iridescent violet, emanating royal blue
Fiery maroon, and gladial evergreen stone
Caught my eye, and wore my guise
And I was not bare, and it welcomed my stare
And my hand stretched out,
As a being boomed in with fanfare
The palace was awake
I could hear the people - I could hear the creatures
And footsteps of thunder, that approached my aether
Though it stole me not, from what sat before me
And as my fingers approached that stone,
That sat in a bed with its brothers of old
My hand moved slower, my heart felt numbered
Yet my eyes shone, helplessly unencumbered
Dust of its make broke away, and streamed to my tips
As I accepted its way
And it was then that my lungs gave its final breath
For my heart shook, as my fingers came to the end
A terrible, horrible, desecrating scream
Followed after from behind the being
The fanfare stopped. And so did she. And he. And it.
And so did I. And my only wish, was that I had closed my eyes before it.