Knock at the Wake is a poem written and narrated by Lesley Scoble. It is a tale of Marjorie McCall who “Lived once, buried twice”.
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Read an listen to the poem on my website: https://lesleyscoble.com
Reminds me of “warp speed” special effects.
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Thread 1/13 📑
“A Guide to Soaring”
*(Bring a Sword)*
They found the tunnel,
thin as threaded light.
A stitch in space half wrong
and half alright.
Two strangers leaning in
from either side,
with curiosity
they could not hide.
1/13
A rainbow of emotions in face emojis coming out of the heart area of a person. Their head can’t be seen.
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Thread 1/14
“The Threadbare Four”
In a city fond of minor lies
where truth wore ties and alibis,
there lived, by clerical mistake or plan,
four sentiments misfiled as “man.”
1/14
monotone water color image of narrator sitting in a bar while his shadow is a large bear against the brick wall of the bar On the right page is poetry. "In the bar here now I sit. Trapped in thought. Going over what I paid. Freedom bought. Shots taken from my glass to keep me warm. The war had reached the end. My heart was torn. My eyes were fixed upon a silver ring. Its mocking brilliant shine. A jagged sting. Returning me to take part in my vice. The medicine to cure my heart of ice. The life that I destroyed along the way. The person I bequeathed my heart to stay. I broke myself for her, whom I held dear. Denying all my life that I was queer. Another sip i take, now feeling guilt The years of tears, the sorrow, anger spilt. My fingers moved the ring with gentle care. Reminding me of time before the bear. This brought me back to pleasant memories. Engrossed within my youthful reveries. A simpler time, a quiet place, Before the masks I wore. "
Mock up of page 1. Feels good to watch an idea go from a 12 verses in notepad to a fully illustrated book page. Also enjoying these watercolor brushes
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Trauma typing turned full on narrative poetry. Still a work in progress but I feel it has some merit.
I feel better and that's all that matters
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A partial look at the American flag
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“American Spirts- There to Here”
HOPE:
I was born in a crossing,
a dangerous dream,
salt in the air,
stitched seams unseen.
I lived in pamphlets,
in prayers, in chains,
in fields where freedom
was spoken, not gained.
1/10
The Last Serenade We became sisters in the madhouse. Two scrawny goth girls in the corner sharing a ratty tartan armchair. We laughed and cried, hurt and healed, side by side. Your crazy wasn’t the same as mine, but we both knew pain, and that was enough. You waited for me after your escape. We followed each other everywhere. Two wicked crows, cawing at the absurdity of it all. When one was caged, the other brought grain. Then came the last visit, when the struggle took its toll. You took my hand, fingers barely there, and said: My life was dark. My funeral will be bright. Wear colour. For my parents. So despite myself, I did as you asked. The next day the floor of my room caught a rainbow glint. When the day came, I wore the plumage of a parrot and walked to the crematorium, exposed. I felt every pair of eyes burn away my armour as I entered the chapel. Everyone wore black. A sea of crouched shadows honouring your life. And as Black Veil Brides screamed In the End, I stood there in my rainbow dress and laughed, and loved you more than life.
I'm sorry this one is so long, but once it started coming out it wouldn't stop.
Thank you @thebrokenspine.co.uk for yet another traumatic/cathartic #PoemsAbout prompt.
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In this, Cory Brown‘s sixth volume of poetry, he runs the gamut of philosophical speculation from the meaning..#lyricalpoetry #romanticism #postmodernism #narrativepoetry #prosepoetry
Waves of rainbow colors
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Short thread 1/3
“Where the Bright Forms Meet”
In the hush
where the bright forms meet,
shadows shimmer
with subtle heat.
Rhythms rise
in a spiral beat,
soft as memory,
quick as light.
1/3
A man lifting his head a symbolic sun above.
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Thread 1/8
“God’s an Idol Now - Too Bad ”
Under the shadow
of the cross
they draft policy
and prayers.
Quote verses
like credentials
while laundering
despair.
1/8
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Thread - 1/4
“Love - Just Because”
Love stood like light
on a faraway hill,
asking for nothing,
remaining still.
No bargain in breath,
no ledger of need.
Only the patience
of choosing to be.
1/4
“Grudge ~ Shift Without Sound”
Born in the echo
of a slammed shut door.
In the almost sorry
that stalled before.
Fed on the pause,
on the glance turned away,
on sentences swallowed
and renamed “okay.”
1/10 🧵
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An elderly man symbolically turning into a Cyclops.
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Lil thread 1/6 <—
“Cyclops at the Shore”
He stood like stone
where the shoreline bends,
one eye to the world,
no sight for ends.
A giant voice
with a thundered claim.
Mistook loud echoes
for lasting fame.
1/6
On the edge of a precipice themed image. Mythological tone. Figures of Good and Evil represented.
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It takes a thread 1/10
“Crowns of Laurel Green”
I dreamed
where marble heavens leaned
on pillars older than the sun.
Where fate wore crowns of laurel green
and whispered,
“Change… has just begun.”
1/10
A jigsaw puzzle with a lips; a dagger; a skull; a strawberry; a red rose. The top of the puzzle is unfinished.
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Thread 1/7
“Mourning the Dream”
I found the coolest thing
by collision, not quest.
No compass. No hunger.
It landed in my chest.
Started small…
spark, speck, trace.
So I asked one thing,
kept it tight, kept it placed.
1/7
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It takes a thread 1/8
“Where the Stone Landed”
“Let he without sin
cast the first stone”
Then that dude
lifted Peter to Rome.
His rock that was flung
at a throne,
at the Church
he never called home.
1/8
A photo of a hand pointing at a mirror and it’s reflection.
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Short thread 1/6
“Proof of Life”
I whispered truths
I wasn’t ready to claim.
Held a flame to a name
I was scared to proclaim.
Told my shadow, follow me,
even when I shook.
Learned faith in the mirror
starts first with a look.
1/6
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Short thread 1/8
“Over-Confidence”
My stepfather told me,
low voice, storm-tone,
“Don’t get over-confident…
that’s how kings lose thrones.”
And I heard him…
Didn’t fully get it then,
but the rhythm of that warning
keeps returning again.
1/8
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A western style hero riding off into the sunset
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Short thread 1/4
“Sharp Teeth”
There were piranhas
on both sides…
sharp smiles,
slick lies.
Traps set
in low tides,
silent,
watching eyes.
1/4
An old ticket stub “D.I. World’s Fair 1949”
Happy Tuesday BlueSky
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It takes a lil thread - 1/5
“The Price of Admission”
We barter hearts
like market shares,
assigning worth
by who compares.
If love’s not “earned,”
we shut the door.
It’s just good business,
nothing more.
1/5
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Thread - 1/8
“I Survived You”
I survived you…
yeah, you,
the chaos you brewed,
the game you rigged
then grinned
like I’d lose.
1/8
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Thread - 1/8 <—
“Shame Walks the Long Way Home”
Shame was born
in a silent room.
Where warnings whispered
soft as gloom.
They turned away
from every cry.
Pretending wrongs
would drift and die.
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Thread - 1/5 <-
“The Second Set of Four”
They put on a show,
with laughter spun.
Intentions blurred
beneath the sun.
Too bright to see,
too loud to hear.
The truth bent close,
then disappeared.
1/5
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It takes a thread - 1/9 <—-
“Dance of Seven Sisters”
Upon the breast
of night they gleam.
Seven souls
from an ancient dream.
Daughter’s Atlas,
steadfast, strong.
And Pleione,
who sang their song.
1/9
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The earth in front of fun house mirrors
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It’s a short thread - 1/6 <-
“The World Turned Sideways”
Time stayed firm,
it wouldn’t bend,
but space forgot
which way to send.
The ground slipped loose
beneath our shoes.
And reason lost
its well-worn cues.
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Lil thread - 1/3
“I Am Anticipation of Acceptance”
I am the hush
before the “yes”.
A trembling heart
in soft duress.
The breath that lingers,
caught between,
what’s been said
and what’s unseen.
A silhouette leaning in but from the shadows. Free image.
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Short lil thread 1/5 <—-
“If You Didn’t Send Them”
If you didn’t send them,
it still would be strange.
They made all that noise,
stripped right from your fame.
Their laughter was borrowed,
their phrasing the same.
Too near to your spirit
to call it by name.
#BadPoet #NarrativePoetry #Poem #Freedom #CornerStones
short thread 1/7 <—-
“The Torch Still Burns”
They built a dream
from dust and flame.
With faith that freedom
had a name.
Their hands were worn,
their hearts were true.
They forged a hope
for me and you.
