Seven Silent Strings

I’m a quarter moon short
             just a sliver of self

        mixed up in fall foliage
           and bright sunbeams

I twirl my skirt
just to feel

              the breeze

six full times
under Seraphim’s wings

        u n r a v e l i n g truth
        while sinners sing

shrill and sharp
my ears now ring  

       in seven silent strings

Written for dVerse Open Link Night “Come and kick up a can-can skirt with me”  

Silent guitars are usually tuned in the same manner as traditional guitars, from low to high: E – A – D – G – B – E. Various models are available with seven, eight, and even 14-string configurations, although those are rare.  

Tuesday Tweets

Bell, Book, and Candle

We met on the moon
they told our story

sang a twisted tune
and sought satori

with mottled words
and ruined phrases

with one eye shut
they turned the pages

and got sidetracked
in fables penned

their candles

burning
to the end

bells
ring

#WriteMap 093

The phrase “bell, book, and candle” refers to a Latin Christian method of excommunication by anathema, imposed on a person who had committed an exceptionally grievous sin.

Sharing with dVerse Quadrille Monday where Merril asks us to write a 44-word poem with the prompt word: track

Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on October 3, 2022.

Too much


what would happen if good
and evil

traded spaces?

hell was above
and heaven below

would we strive to sin?

goodness, she says

(under her breath)
(so no one hears)

Heaven is swirling with
souls who gave
too much

sacrificed their happiness
for what?

there’s no reward?

yet, humans still fall
head over heels
into that light

where ego dies
and form dissolves

the attraction
overwhelms

we want that poison
pill that shatters
all illusion

erasing
selfish cells

in the end
the love

was just
too much.

Photo by Aidan Roof on Pexels.com

Written for dVerse Poetics: The good and the evil
Come join us!

Sunday Stories

#NatureSpeaks: 30 Poems in 30 Days – Day 2: Something Stuck, by Tricia Sankey — Develop. Inspire. Transform.

I fall from white skiesand curse cold air it’s snowing I feel the heatas you rise with eyesice-bright (you make no sound) does it captivate God to watchus both spin around? I splash into wavesbut your warm aroma still clings I climb up tall treesand sit with butterflies (they surround) we weave our ownhappy endings […]

#NatureSpeaks: 30 Poems in 30 Days – Day 2: Something Stuck, by Tricia Sankey — Develop. Inspire. Transform.

A lover’s touch

On the wall
by the stairs
he punches
his fingers
into the fake
Picasso

he gently
tap, tap, taps
above her head

before he
slides his palm
sideways
just so

above
her skull

and
he smiles

as if all her
thoughts

were of him

#FromOneLine 227

Image: Le Reve

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_R%C3%AAve_%28Picasso%29

Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on September 19, 2022.

Shared with d’Verse Poets Pub for Quadrille Monday, where De Jackson invites us to write a 44-word poem with the prompt word: punch.

God’s Grace

My #saviour rode in on a donkey
He wasn’t what they expected
He said sell your possessions
and give to the poor
and have faith
like a child

He shared golden rules
without glamour
and glitz

and now we have
God’s grace.

#vss365

God My Grace GIF

Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on September 18, 2022.

Tuesday at Ten

Finally, it stopped,
time ticked out,
on Tuesday #night.

Now, I dream
in #pale
pastels

that I'm a lost cat
traversing clouds

never asking for directions,

just purring
soft stanzas
of stars 💫

#WriteMap 087
#FromOneLine 224
#vss365

Cat GIF

Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on September 13, 2022.

#AmWriting

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