Category: Weekly Prompts

Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge word is: Time . To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … my poem “Anti-Rust” spans twenty-three years of “Time”…

Anti-Rust

Twenty-three years have gone

Since I suffered my first stroke

I remember being cold and scared

I awoke the next day in hospital

Feeling like my limbs were full of rust

And my confused mind

Was locked inside a sleepwalking man

Disorientated and not to be trusted

Twenty-three years on

And two more strokes later

My body is still full of rust

But with the wonders of modern medicine

And some plucky self determination

I have recovered my cognitive abilities

And with the aid of anti-rust drugs

I am active enough to type up my canny poems

The Rust, Sivert Hoyem . Lyrics

Twenty hours he is gone
Another time she’s waiting for him
When he comes home
He’s in terrible state
He’s just sitting there by the window
With his hate

A rusty bathtub in the garden
Seven cars are in the yard
And only one that is running
Life is spout??? in the wilderness
But in his heart

It’s not a place for new beginnings
Everything you make make just falls apart

Sometimes she thinks
It’s the rust that eats the soul
In the winter time the sky is burning
Purple orange and gold

So one night like any other
She takes her bags out to the car
She passes a minute
Then she starts down the road
You can get anywhere
On the full tank of fuel
And on an empty heart

It’s not a place for new beginnings
Everything you make just falls apart
The house neglected and forbidden
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Just thinking about it breaks your heart
???? from the ceiling
??? burning stars
So decay and the rust that eats the soul
The winter sky burns eternally
But people come and people go

Ivor Steven (c) October 2023