Forever Distracted By Life
Writing Prompt Response – Original Poetry
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Monday 27 September 2021
Use the pictures and/or this common cliché as inspiration for a poem or story:
“The grass is greener.”
(You don’t need to use the actual words of this cliché in your work, just try to capture the theme or emotion created by them.)
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Senryu – Harsh Words
Harsh words hang heavy;
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the words we say can be worse
than those of others.
Villanelle – Was the Grass Ever Greener?
Was the grass greener, before our own
withered and browned; in the drought
of love which, once shared, is now gone.
Were we ever together: or two people alone
so desperate for attention, we had to shout.
Was the grass greener, before our own
final catalyst; like a harsh light was shone,
revealing the fact that we both had doubt
in love, which once shared, was now gone.
I sit; still, in an open cage. Hoping to atone
for sins I cannot wash away, that won’t wash out;
was the grass greener, before our own
last parting turned my tired heart to stone.
Filled ashen soil, in which no seed can sprout
new love, unlike our own, which is now gone.
My mind replays the echoes of your hateful tone,
which from my thoughts I can’t forget or rout;
was the grass ever greener, before our own,
love, which was once shared, was gone.
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Triolet – Walk Away
I wish I had walked away
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before the choice was made;
I thought I knew the way.
I wish I had walked away.
We worked, but never played,
the cords that bound us frayed.
I wish I had walked away
before the choice was made.
Author’s Note:
These poems were written as a response to the Common Cliché Writing Prompt #4: “The Grass is always greener on the other side.”
The main theme explored within these poems is sorrow, being carried forward after bitter goodbyes. I thought of many relationships that ended in ways I now regret, and how many times in life that last impression left is the one people will carry forward with them thereafter.
As so many of my interactions these days are limited to screen time and written messaging it is all the more a time to reflect on the impression we give of ourselves as people are seen at their most superficial, behind glass.
Behold, lockdown life has created a human zoo, and we are the exhibits. No more do we belong behind glass, than do any of the animals we dare to contain.
“Except those images weren’t exact captures of reality. No, the Camera Eye was also suffused with what photographers called the Golden Hour—the gilt-tinted hour following sunrise and preceding sunset, when the world was awash with russet rays and even the meanest streets were aglow as if in an Arthurian legend. Every moment spent with John was like that, reality beyond reality. Richer, realer, rawer than reality. These were the moments she remembered most.”
Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen
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Cinquain – One Voice
Very
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little can be
said about what was best;
a decision made, by just one,
for both.
Haiku – Underground
Underground darkness
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is different from the night
which knows the sun’s light.
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