Freedom

a bottle of hope sat on shelf
he drained it all and
smelled whiff of
freedom
at
last

Bending time

I have fallen for you alright
it’s not gravity
bending time
to a
stand
still

the color of her affections
doesn’t any more
cloud my frail
judgement
does
it

therefore we taste every word twice
once how I cook it
then how you
slice and
dice
it

I am a museum full of
art, and a deck full
of music,
but none
tries
to
visit
me any
more – art and music
are meant for my soul consumption

left
a
bitter
residue
the flavour of truth
they took it with a pinch of salt

table set for six sits waiting
but there is no one
left to serve
or drink
the
tea

In response to: Sadje’s What you see Challenge #40

one
man’s
meat or
rat’s poison
what is on that list
curiosity helps save rats

In response to: Sadje’s What do you see Challenge # 39

one day I will write about us
it will be the best
ever piece
I write
of
fib

Fib: Noun

A lie
A poem consisting of 6 lines with 20 syllables, with syllables per line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 based on Fibonacci Sequence. The poem above is an example of Reverse Fibonacci poem.

I
am
but a
figment of
imagination
waiting for someone to delve in