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I tried to make a new thing from the piece
I had on hand. How else does one move right
or left or up or down, how else a lease
on future space and time when new is tight
and old is repetitious like the past
again again again until I scream,
enough enough please let me out. The cast,
the script, the horrid play, I know I've seen.
This time I turn and see your face, I scrunch
my eyes to see if you are seeing me.
Please see me, see me, act upon your hunch
that something new could come and we could be
two dancers in these squares across the floor,
a pattern, new, that never came before.
Inspired by this photo and after seeing new Tom Cruise movie, Edge of Tomorrow
Image: EintoeRn
Words: Colornote
Learn a new word every day
I’d like to learn a new word every day,
So then I’d be much smarter end of year.
Perhaps I’ll tackle next a Shakespeare play
And conquer primal English grammar fear.
For words bring pleasure even when there’s pain:
The pain of limbs gone bad, of weaker eyes,
Of body parts that will not heal the same,
Of loss, a long-term resident who cries.
I take a word and roll it in my mouth
And hold it up to sparkle in the light.
I introduce it to my friends, who doubt
Its value, though of course I think I’m right.
For words, till death shall part us from ourselves,
Are safely kept on memories’ pala
An Ugly Dress
The fashion magazine dares me
To wear an ugly dress.
Just as Ella Fitzgerald
Could have sung the phone book
And made it sound like angel song,
These models with their perfect teeth,
Flawless skin, giraffe-like bodies,
Draw me to their faces.
But with you and me,
People would see an ugly dress.
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Words: Colornote (https://www.deviantart.com/colornote)
Contortions others like
You overwhelmed my senses with your views.
You made me dizzy so I could not stand.
You called the shots and made me feel so used.
I must have left my footing on the land.
I must be flying, scrambling inner ear’s
Ability to cope with constant change,
Or maybe floating in a sea of fear’s
Response to senses out of normal range.
You know I hate contortions others like.
They call this dislocation fun and games,
And revel in the chemicals that spike.
Adrenaline and thrills are dirty names.
They say, it’s just reflections, don’t be scared!
They wouldn’t say that if they truly cared.
Image: EintoeRn (https://www.deviantart.com/eintoern)
W
The ghost, the ghoul, the cat, the witch, the brew
Too scared of life, of things I can’t control:
The hurts, the sadness, all the crashing heads
And limbs and hopes and dreams, events that bowl
Me over, leaving me to mend my shreds.
What if I now become the ghost, the ghoul,
The witch, the zombie, changed before the change
Can do it first, offensive in the pool
Of time, no dip, but plunge into the strange!
So on All Hallow’s Eve, I think I’ll be
A cat with yellow eyes and flicking tail
Or else the witch that brews the special mead
Where just a sip ensures I cannot fail.
The ghost, the ghoul, the cat, the witch, the brew,
Then poof! I’ve straightened life
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wonderful image and excellent sonnet! 
