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Flash Club January 2024 Flash Club

Emily

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My late-ness knows no bounds :eek: But here we are at last, in January, with a new challenge :)

This month I'd like a poem, of 40 lines or less, on the theme of, or with the word included: ARRIVAL.

The entry with the most votes on the 31st of January 2024, will be the winner of an extraordinary hand-crafted (!!) virtual trophy. And, more importantly: some of our very prized, and internationally-renowned, virtual Litopi-cake.


***NOTE!***
A thumbs up/like = 1 vote
"heart-eyes" and a "laughing face" emoji vote = 2 VOTES.



The competition is open to all members. Feel free to enter more than once.


-The main rules here are:

Your entry must be original work


We ask you not to critique

AND

Please make your entry anonymous by clicking the anonymous button, but if you forget, don't worry, that's okay too. (Note: Guardians can see who posts.)


Best of luck!
 
New Year, new hopes

For peace, for love, for laughter

For health, for joy, a happy-ever-after

Not war, not hate, not tears

Not disease, not misery, not childhood fears

Spring’s arrival

New life

Re-birth

Renewed respect for home, our Earth
 
Terminator

His arrival coincided with a downpour

Thunder cracking, lightning flashing

A sign, surely, that this event was not blessed by the gods

Laser eyes examined urban surroundings

Before the machine took his first steps towards

His unknowing target
 
Terminator

His arrival coincided with a downpour

Thunder cracking, lightning flashing

A sign, surely, that this event was not blessed by the gods

Laser eyes examined urban surroundings

Before the machine took his first steps towards

His unknowing target
Poor Sarah Connor.... one minute a happy waitress... next minute saviour of humanity.
 
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Enough with rereading the same last lines,​
Enough arrival in the same dead place.​
Turn the page boldly, for the future shines.​
Can you even count the number of times​
You’ve read these words in this petrified space?​
Enough with rereading the same last lines.​
Can you not see how your life is in rhymes​
With itself and the sound is so base, base?​
Turn the page boldly, for the future shines.​
Do you so want to go on building shrines​
To this blasted past you can barely face?​
Enough with rereading the same last lines.​
Do you not feel how excitement defines​
Letting go and not trying to replace?​
Turn the page boldly, for the future shines.​
Arrival is a pause to read the signs.​
Then you leap to the next chapter of grace.​
Enough with rereading the same last lines.​
Turn the page boldly, for the future shines.​
The future shines.​
The future shines.​

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ARRIVAL

She danced all alone in grey shadows
encased in her own pillowed lair
'til a blurred streak of light made an entrance
and the shielding of night was stripped bare.

Imprisoned inside hidden wardrobes
her diary was turning a page;
and a piece of dissolving resistance
flew out of her cushioned cage.

He ruffled his hair and he smiled.
Inhibitions destroyed in a glance.
A page in her diary blew open
when he whispered the words, "Shall we dance."
 
Lighting embraces its form spinning,
wrapped in rains, and hail pinging.
Glorified is the arrival, it’s heavenly descent,
a power brought forth in darkness with intent

A finger of a god placed where hope resides,
Displaced in torment, as fear rise in tides.
Cyclonic wonder embraces those who chase, expressions of wonder on every face.

Vilified in its arrival touching down,
Its power unequaled, hell has been found.
A still follows in the wake of things lost,
Revulsion in its work and now at what cost.

A coward in its retreat a recoil for respite,
no-one is spared for hope and dreams are arrested.
The ruin it shows through black and gray hues
pieces strewn like a kaleidoscope in residue.
 
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