photo by Museums Victoria via Unsplash

Ivory glow of porcelain skin 

Features perfect – though they be small

She is their everything, her parents’ living doll

Our children are precious treasures.  We sacrifice for them.  We tend to them.  We suffer anxiety over their health and well-being.  They are our true legacy, and though they bring both joy and sorrow, they are a defining feature of our lives.  There are times when parents might question the validity of this sentiment, but for those of us who have suffered the loss of a child – we have no doubt of the truth of it.

Padre

Three Line Tales, Week 198

I am stuck 
at the beginning, 
pinching
at rice like 
the expectant mother
pausing 
out of breath
mid-stair.
The other side is often pregnant. 

Intention grows 
even in 
chilled winds,
germinating while 
we fixate elsewhere,
though 
I don’t always recognize 
its birth.
Tomorrow takes its own word for granted.

Ambition shoves us 
forward, 
though I wish
I could
stop long enough 
to admire
the track, rushing, 
stuck at the
start. 
Light thaws in its own time.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for several prompts:

• dVerse Poetics : Let Us Labor
• Fae Corps Publishing Prompt : “I am”
• V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #72 : “Wish”

And these are the days I need to scream;

the sound, a miscarriage at the top of my throat.

So I swallow the rotten, add to the echoes in my stomach.

I am bloated. I am bleeding to death from inside out. I drink blood

thinners to speed up the process. Such a long process, you would know.

You trained me well.

© 2019 Kindra M. Austin

As golden orb meets darkened waves
Up creeps the moon on backs of pine
And frosted disc freeze cold greased minds
A madness reigns – moonshadow’s slaves

Until the rose, each morning comes
Warm as a mouth with skin that shines
A madness flees with each new sun.

Paul Szlosek at Paul’s Poetry Playground has introduced another invented poetry form, the Sonnette.  Paul says:
[The Sonnette is an] invented poetry form inspired by the traditional sonnet… Invented by the American poet, children’s author, museum curator, magician, and Boy Scout executive G. Sherman Ripley sometime in the early 1900s, the sonnette is basically a miniature or half sonnet consisting of seven lines (exactly half of the sonnet’s usual fourteen). It has two stanzas: a quatrain (4 lines) followed by a tercet (3 lines) with the quatrain having a rhyme scheme ofabba,while the tercet has one of cbc. And…

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return.
― Jack Campbell, Relentless

Yes this could be the truth
The moment you are waiting for
The quest for life
The unveiling we all been waiting for

You wait for this to happen
To happen all your life
Heart has been pounding
Ears listening to the drumroll

Eyes peeling out to see the unbelievable
Hands sweating out to see the unspeakable
Yet deep down inside you know
You know it all
This is the moment from where
Everything begins to fall

Fall in the web of deceit and unhappiness
Weaving the web of lies and callousness
You keep breathing with a facade on
Waiting for the day when everything will be gone
The day comes and you become a stardust
Floating in this endless universe
Forever to be gone

You are conceived again as a hope
Holding the end…