• 119 reads

Last

It was always coming and we lived life accordingly. Without the sun we couldn’t appreciate the light of the moon. We have lived in darkness and light and embraced each moment as our last. Now it truly is our last. Perhaps a new beginning.

• 139 reads

Winter

It’s time to go

I know

If only we

Had listened though

We will pray

Before we go

What starts with sun

Will end with snow

It’s time to go

I know

Challenge

Wrong place wrong time

Make a poem about being in the wrong place at the wrong time it can be the classic crime or things you did not mean to see/hear or even a struggle within yourself

17 in Poetry & Free Verse

• 102 reads

Shut

She shut her eyes

Before I had even opened mine

• 100 reads

The Next Blip

Each day I read the news

Breathe deeply and take in

Violence in summary

Numbers and data

A blip until the next blip

Explanations that treat symptoms

Instead of the sickness

Images of moments

That alter life forever

I take Despair's hand

With a knot in my stomach

Wonder how much longer

We can all brave this

I make a cup of coffee

Put a smile on my face

And brace myself for the next blip

Challenge

Describe freedom in 15 words... with one caveat: you can't use the words free, freedom, freeing, freest or freer (even in the title).

• 147 reads

Metaphor

The seaweed loosened its grip on my legs. A feeling of relief rushed over me.

Challenge

We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.

17 in Seattle Refined

• 479 reads

Angelic

When I worked in radio Chris Cornell was playing solo at a small venue. I was hanging posters in the lobby and snuck in to watch his sound check. He sang acapella for a while. It was me, him and the sound guy. I kept waiting for him to stop and ask who I was and why I was there but he was in a trance. Truly angelic and he brought tears to my eyes. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. His talent and children live on and his presence will always exist.