[Prompt] - Tiny Suicides

Prompt: "Write a poem about winter without using the words cold or snow" - Michael Oakley

Added Restrictions: Never reference the cold, snow, or seasons, even obliquely. The season can be gleaned by inference only. 


Tiny Suicides

It's always brighter than I remember,
When it's bright at all
I remember the lake's timbre
When it cracks and heaves,
Even though I don't walk by it
I drive now -
Windows and radio at terminal height -
By your grave
Remember the way it split
Along giant spider ways
And we'd dare each other
To jump?
Tiny suicides on a big mirror
Loud giggles on a quiet park

[Prompt] - Mark My Words

Prompt: "A poem, mostly in monosyllables. It should also include two words of two syllables, three words of three and four of four." - Shaw Lee 

Added Restrictions: Place all polysyllabic words in two stanzas, flanked by three stanzas on either side of monosyllables. Place polysyllabic words in a [3/2,2/3 ; 4,4/3/4,4] format. 


Mark My Words 

Mark my words now
If you mark not one thing else:
This was all your fault.

[Prompt] - Powder White and Suffocated

Prompt: "When the moon gets sick of reflecting light it doesn't possess." - Priyanka Dargan


Powder White and Suffocated

I am powder white and suffocated long ago
Did I suffocate (now I wonder as I say it)
Was there breath to take at all or was I born dead
Chipped off whole rock and dust
From some pockmarked sphere that stood defiant
Against some hurtled chunk of iron

No matter now, I am powder white and suffocated
And every night I lie to everything alive upon my sister's face
Do not fear the dark
I say
Here are slivers (more or less) of fire
Pale and whitened though they be
That your eyes may drink in tiny sips
Until our goddess reveals her face

[Prompt] - Forget What We Had

Prompt: "Can we get a poem about drinking away painful memories on a holiday?" - Robbie Hartford


Forget What We Had

And there's whiskey, for remembrance
And here's tequila, for thoughts.
And we pour and we drink
And we drown and we sink
And we sigh and we sing

Hey! Oh! Bring down the lights!
Hey! Oh! Darken those sights
That project on the sheets
In the walls of our brains!
That dredge up from the deeps
All the still breathing pains!
So we'll try to forget what we had
Aye, boys, lets forget what we had

[Canvases] - Harp

Within a hollow hall there is a harp with forty-seven jagged strings
And every string, once plucked, to its serrated chordmates clings
So woe upon the player who marks to make the broken forty-seven sing
For they will whisper twisting bloody tales across his fingers and his wrists
As he joins the harpists wailing:
                                                    Heresy, That our canvas should resist!

[Uncategorized] - Elysium, Elysium

I.

Elysium, Elysium, spare a spot for me
Keep the hearth and hold the sun
Til next an errant fletched steel
Marks my heart home to thee

Wanderer, wanderer, there is no spot for thee
Though hearth still roars and sun hangs held
No errant steel can martyr well
Your twice damned heart to me

[Canvases] - Sculpture

There is a sculpture of a hammer and chisel chipping broken marble
The marble has greyed in between the monochrome splatter,
And holds the hammer chiseling itself sickly,
As if loath to be chipped.
Absurd, that the canvas should resist