Definitely NOT the Ballroom Blitz

Definitely NOT the Ballroom Blitz

Hey everyone. How are you? I’m doing ok today. Still feeling a bit down but I think I’ve finally reconciled my feelings and we’ll see where it takes me. Let’s get into today’s poetry challenge, shall we? We’re writing about being late, and the anxiety and stress that creates. The suggested poetic form is the Blitz Poem, and while I am not overly fond of it, it has an interesting effect that does intrigue me. I prefer reading it to writing it and I think you’ll understand why in a moment. You see, it’s a lot like word association. It’s one thing to say it out loud, and another to put it down where you can see it. And that’s what a blitz poem is, in my opinion. It doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense at first, but by the end, you end up in this place where you think “wow, I did not see that coming”. (Hence the word blitz.) It is a 50 line poem that you read quick as you can, only stopping to take a breath. So, here is my offering. I tried not to overthink, writing what popped into my head as fast as I could. See what you think of it. Also, I’ve decided to keep up my pattern for the challenge and post a few new poems I wrote last night and today. And remember:

“You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”   

from Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

xo Jesi

you-are-late

It’s Too Late

By Jessica Scott

Hurry up

Hurry and don’t be late

Late for a date

Late for dinner

Dinner for two

Dinner is cold

Cold winds blow

Cold as ice

Ice is nice

Ice burns with light

Light and fluffy

Light in the window

Window panes

Windows to the soul

Soul mates

Soul on fire

Fire and ice

Fire Burns

Burns hurt

Burns with a passion

Passion is fleeting

Passion and desire

Desire him

Desire her

Her life is his

Her eyes are blue

Blue eyes crying in the rain

Blue bird of happiness

Happiness is rare

Happiness is yours

Yours and mine

Yours for the taking

Taking off

Taking someone’s life

Life is a highway

Life is hard

Hard as stone

Hard as bone

Bone breaks

Bone to dust

Dust away the chaff

Dust in your eyes

Eyes of blue

Eyes are crying

Crying in the rain

Crying over you

You and me

You are hurt

Hurt…

Me…

Come InsideCome_Sit_By_The_Fire_by_rosscaughers

By Jessica Scott

 

Come inside, my darling.

It’s cold, and the rain is falling.

 

Come inside, my darling, my dear.

The weather seems to be turning severe.

 

Come inside and sit at the fire

Food and drink are yours if you desire.

 

Come inside and take off your clothes.

We’ll let them dry while the cold wind blows.

 

Come inside, where we can kiss

There is nothing wrong with this.

 

Come inside and lie down here.

I’ll hold you close and keep you near.

 

Come inside and take my hand.

Come explore a foreign land.

 

And as the rain pours outside

With our bodies, we’ll collide.

 

Come inside, my darling.

It’s cold, and the rain is falling.

Broken_Heart_by_B_Niro

He Left His Mark

By Jessica Scott

 

He left his mark across my heart,

like the scar our bedroom door carries

made by his fists.

He left his mark across my heart,

matching the torn arm from the chair

ripped by his hands.

He left his mark across my heart,

a reflection of the secrets he refused to tell,

and I don’ t know why.

He left his mark across my heart,

made by his fists,

ripped by his hands.

…and I don’t know why

he left his mark.

10 Replies to “Definitely NOT the Ballroom Blitz”

  1. ‘He left his mark’ – so powerful. Ack :/

    I’ve decided (even though I like how you developed yours, and how prettily the thoughts flowed) that blitz is not my favourite format. I cheated and didn’t do it. But reading them…well, I guess they confuse me less than haiku.

  2. Jessica, all 3 poems are great! Different emotions are given through each. The blitz poem is a cornucopia of emotion and image. ‘Come Inside’ is cleanly erotic (I love it!!), and ‘He Left His Mark’ just leaves me mad at him. Great writing!! *subscribed via email so I don’t miss a thing!!*

    1. I loved writing Come Inside. It was just pure inspiration…and, well…yeah. LOL
      As for He Left His Mark…I won’t go into it but I really needed to write about it and get it out. I don’t like letting things simmer; I don’t think its emotionally healthy. So this was therapy. 🙂
      Glad you liked all 3. The first one I’m still up in the air over. But it was interesting trying not to overthink and just let the words come.
      And, yay! Another subscriber! LOL

  3. autumn poetry
    forms, unformed and haiku
    – blitzed

    love your set of poetry and thought you did the blitz quite well … I couldn’t resist sending you a haiku … 😉

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