Silhouette of Twigs
Twijgjessilhouet (3x woordwaarde!!!)

#Tree #WinterTree #Twigs #Nature #naturephotography #branches #Barren

#MastoPrompt #barren #poetry #SmallPoems

I put pen to paper

It hovers there

Anticipating magic

But flow is clogged

The page lies barren

Somebody help me

Move this block

7

Six ghosts live here
I can't know them
I can't see them
I can't hear them or talk to them or

Touch them
But I think I sometimes see
Parts of you
Floating by
Carried by ghosts

I saw a
Scientific marvel
Game-changing transplant technology
Stems cells injected
Into a heart
Emptied
Stripped of its cells
An extracellular matrix
A transparent framework

They call it a
Ghost Heart

It looks like mine
Without you
Barren

#poetry #barren #MastoPrompt

Who can tell darkness
From lack of vision
Or richness of color.

Who sees barren
As death but
Not dormancy.

Who is disabled
Not in mind or body
But with prejudice.

#Poetry
#MastoPrompt
#barren

#Barren

You'd assume that land
owned by a baron'd be rich,
but his is barren.

#MastoPrompt #Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #TinyPoems #SmallPoems #Poets #Prompts

The panic had been real and all encompassing. But eventually it receeded... Leaving a #barren wasteland with vague shapes in the dust. She wandered numbly through the landscape, occasionally recognising a landmark - happiness was a much reduced hill not the triumphant mountain of the past, sadness, a small puddle, anger was barely visible.
Everything was just so...
small.
As days passed, signs of life emerged, a sprout of hope, the barest whisp of a smile, distant rumbles of rage #mastoprompt

#MastoPrompt #barren #poetry #microfiction
Barren they said
Like the ballsack of a corpse
Well they didn’t use those words
That would be absurd
Might as well say
As barren as a Yorkshireman’s wallet
But why would they
That wouldn’t be right
Unless they knew a Yorkshireman
Now I’m getting confused
And you’ll be getting bemused
Where was I
Ah yes
Barren they said
Can’t have, you know
Kids
Firing blanks apparently
Begs the question
How did she manage conception
That bloody Yorkshireman

This #barren wasteland
Stretches further than I can see
Through past, present, future
All of history
Created by mankind
A dearth of morality
Where they promote greed
And mock all empathy
Here and there sprouts
A flicker of hope
A splash of colour
But it's hard to see
Because fools with a paintbrush
Paint over it with misery
Not to worry though
As they all meet me in the end
And get their comeuppance
On that you can depend
I'll just wait here
With my biscuits
And a nice cup of tea
#mastoprompt

2/2

So when, one morning, I saw streaks so wet
on her cheeks, like the mycelium threads
that once wound through soil here, I seized
her by the shoulders, licked the tears she'd shed.
A savour of iron – she had not wept, but bled.

We've had no rain for months.

#Mastoprompt #Barren

2/2

So when, one morning, I saw streaks so wet
on her cheeks, like the mycelium threads
that once wound through soil here, I seized
her by the shoulders, licked the tears she'd shed.
A savour of iron – she had not wept, but bled.

We've had no rain for months.

#Mastoprompt #Barren

We've had no rain for months. The garden's dead.
Teasels and desiccated lotus pods, like death's head
Jack-in-a-boxes, quiver on their stalks in a breeze
so fast and arid it whips the leaves from the trees,
- shrivelled brown chrysalises, the last they'll shed.

There's a statue of a smiling woman, about to tread
on the baking hot stepping stones that once led
across the pond. Grecian robes. A smile of ease.
We've had no rain for months.

1/2

#Mastoprompt #Barren #SmallPoem

In the middle of the #barren land
He collapsed into a heap
Lost for countless days, “I just want to sleep”
And sleep forever, “Death, my soul is cheap”

Oh how did he wish, to just drown in the sand
To be taken and crushed in the deep
“Let the insects from my body reap”
creep and crawl, and eat as they creep

And as the spark of life
In his eyes began to flicker
He heard a voice, “Take my hand, dear friend.”
He looked up and began to weep

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction #Poetry #SmallPoems

Wenn euch der #Reitsportverband erzählt, #Reiten wäre sauber und "nur" #Fünfkampf #Tierquälerei, glaubt das bitte nicht. #Barren und #Blistern gehören seit langem zum Reitsport, wie z.B. der Fall Paul #Schockemöhle - einer der größten Pferdehändler der Welt, 3-facher Europameister, verurteilter Steuerhinterzieher und #Legebatterien-Besitzer - zeigt.

https://www.sueddeutsche.de/sport/reiten-chio-aachen-hans-joachim-erbel-1.5411599?reduced=true

https://www.st-georg.de/news/springen/hintergrund-barren-im-pferdesport-reitsport-und-die-barr-affaere/

https://youtu.be/bvmkGuMZrdM

Und nein, Dressurreiten ist nicht harmloser:

https://youtu.be/bbE3wqXxmmk