Greyscale (Acrostic)

Grief, inherently mine,
Reaches into my mind’s
Eye, as color-leached
Yearning fades to greys.
Softened, muted, faded me,
Collated from a series of
Aging events, articulates
Loss, unleavened and undefined.
Eternally greyscaled, my disordered mind.

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Acrostic: a poetry form where the first letter in the line spells out a word by the end of the poem that is related to the theme of the rhyme.

Elemental loss (Senryu)

Swirling turmoil
Life as I know it is gone
Elemental loss

A friend Memoirsofadragon, took a poetry workshop and had to write a poem in TWO minutes on the following topic:

When the air is unbreathable

And the water is undrinkable

And the land is intolerable, I will:

I decided that my life this week wasn’t stressful enough (LOL) and I should try this challenge. So I grabbed a timer, set my shoulders, and pressed the start button.
True to form, my philosophy of life kicked right in: When in doubt, FREAK OUT. Wow, I was stressed. Nothing. My head screamed “I’m in turmoil”!

A-ha. When in doubt, turn to haiku!
I am in turmoil

Now what? My head said, gracious, life as I know it is gone.

A-ha
Life as I know it is gone.

Then, nothing. Utter silence. The seconds ticked by. And finally, the following summery gracefully appeared in front of my eyes:

Elemental loss

Five seconds left and I switched the first line to “swirling” and viola!  I am pretty happy with the results, it is raw and real and anguished.  Something I would definitely feel if my world had just ended.  And it mirrors my life right now, so I have a real connection to it.