This week at Read Write Poem, prompt #41 was “Bare Bones – Stripping the Work Down”. We posted skeletons of our poems – stripped down works with some nouns, verbs, and so forth removed. We invited others to use the skeletons to compose new poems.
This poem seems to be another foray into the darkness. I did this kind of like Mad Libs – that is, I inserted the first word that came to my mind in the blank. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to comment.
The pen sits, poised but
nothing speaks. Each muffled, lonely
word sits above the oblivion.
No insistent reaching offers inspired
success. No verbal symphonies, just bare silence.
The atrocities happen like a
sick parade. Every day, a succession of
The void is empty like
dead stars. We
don’t seek salvation. We don’t breathe.
We only fuck the corpses in the dark.
Each soul dies through its apathy,
obedient to the blindness.
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson and Nathan Moore. All Rights Reserved.