Ode of the Gamer

Video games, a honey dripping goldmine
         Entering a fantasy world away from the truth
                 Escaping life, so ritual and mono
         To get a passion out of screen heroes
Hopping to a goal, avoiding pitfalls of death
Seeking inspiration out of the human craft
Going on adventures and being thrilled to breakfast
         Helps the hands, helps the eyes
               Trains the brain to see the patterns
        The agony of defeat, the thrill of victory
              Especially against all odds
              In times of backs against the wall
Clinging to life, wits and intelligence
It’s a fine mosaic of pixels, a jungle of creativity
        Taking us on destination in all possible directions
And the journey from Pac-Man to Halo
       That’s an historical set of events
               In the words of a gamer:
              Achievement Unlocked

Writing 201: Day 5 – Map, Ode, Metaphor

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Epidermal Thermal

Layered like the delicious smell of lasagna; the earth’s crust to core; a cheese-like shield. Porous, rough, callous. A virtuous gift; the gods cloaked me in warmth. Protection from the fiery luminous – crisping bacon. Hot stove making my nerves shout in fear. Briar brush thorn trickling blood. Soft brush against – cat fur or comforter. Lying in bed, resting my head. Bones relax, breathe without tax. Blood flows underneath like a complex subway system. Many winters of chattering teeth as giants clear the snowy avenues of chilly snowball dream.


Writing 201: Day 3 – Skin, Prose, Internal Rhyme

Inspiration Walk

InspirationThe clouds are an inspiration, how my thoughts are unwound,

Traveling slowly, slowly, my gaze from the ground;

Recalling spring days, when I was a little one,

When the storms would pass over, the rain relinquishing to fun

I walked that long lonely highway, the cars passing me by,

Felt the air shatter with noise, a great hawk’s cry;

The sun on the horizon, golden yellow tart,

A beautiful blue canvas, white fluffy art

My vision was great, my mind was relaxed

Looking for my inspiration, dullness of my tracks;

Looking through the clouds, for thy shape that is vast,

Darkness of the trees, evening approaching fast

The long stretching wires, electrical eeriness

I’ve found my safe haven, there’s no need to fear this


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Inspiration.”