09/06/2014-18/06/2014

Its settled today
calm and beating.

the birds are singing
like theres a meeting.

Tweet-tweet-tweet
their all competing.

Leaving you to witness
their sharp tweeting.

Your skin is cracked
like time is bleeding
beneath the leaves,
where we're still meeting.

Your cherry-red
with leaves of dead.

Spattered with-
the marks have spread.

Filled with dried leaves
like inside my head.

Just make sure
 your thoughts aren't dead.

Your chain goes forever on
instead.

While you hide, in the warmth
of nature's head.

(object Response)

02/06/2014-09/06/2014

You’re cold

You’re wet

Your chains a misery

Where the sun went is no mystery.

You’re damp

You’re moist

With a slime -green -voice.

Your muddy clogged

With the voice of-

What?

Speckled-dirt-dots.

Hide your shame

In a place ,of pure rain.

It only speaks,

to hide your name.

Hugged by dangled leaves,

drinking in rain.

To grow and strangle

 Your binding chain. 

 ( Object Response)

Little Dragon...

Little Dragon
on stranger's hand.

Don't worry about the size of
this big,big land.

Do me a favour
and
fly from the hand.

fly on high
and take a stand.

Light the wick
with a small
fire-spark.

To give light
to a darkened land.





( response to @WritingCoachSWS, writing prompt)

20/05/2014/-02/06/2014

I thought
you would be different.

I thought
you would have changed.

But
in all these weeks
you
have remained the same.

There are no more
ants
running down your shaded chain.

No little legs
with heads
that eat.

Your fake-white-sugar cane
with a minty name.

The leaves have curled
and dried
in shade.

A living shield
of natures' name.

The long days
the birds still hum.

still come
and spare you
some.

Slightly cracked, with black
dirt-dots.

Your not a leopard
that's changed it's spots.

But a constant
chained
and longed for-spot.

Beside the tree whose wood won't rot.

( Object response)