Poetic Milieu

“To each his own milieu. Enhance what was already in one's possession.” I quote Nella Larsen from her 1928 Quicksand
So, whatz urs
Whatz ur most commonly embraced poetic milieu... What's the settings or the ambience or medium you create to unfold emotions..

Comp. expects you to highlight the facets of your poetic milieu, by reasoning out probably,  to make the reader familiar of your creative art

In short, a poem about your poetic style, form, content n contexts

Other Rules:
- word limit between 100 and 200 words
- title suitably
- one (new) entry per poet
- write in in your most common poetic style
- avoid extreme n erotic content (being said that, soften ur entry accordingly if your genres fall under erotic n extreme)
- two weeks time

Winner to be based on the lucidity with which reader can identify~connect to your milieu and the overall poetic feel

Any clarification on the comp., kindly pm me
Cheerz dear poetzz

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Lost Girl

I am

backyards
mist on city streets

playgrounds
swing sets
hair tight and braided
or flowing down my back

I am

psychic and physical
emaciation
wide eyes staring
through cracked windows

where the sacred and pure
cast different shadows
on dusty walls

tentative phrases
cries for help in the night

never knowing
who to tell
whom to trust
with these dirty little secrets

mommy’s sin
daddy’s regret
no matter my age
I am always innocent
yet not so innocent

I know the place
where it’s too dark
to see your feet
where lace grows moldy
and all the white dresses
get stained with blood

where the dolls are drowned
and pink-paged diaries
are burned in sacrifice
to mouths agape with lust

the confusion
not-knowing
timing precise
yet always wrong

alienation
hunger
yearning
longing
where there is no satiation

where you can taste fear
salty on your lips
where you yearn endlessly
for the kiss of his love

where I wait
as objects wait
like lost children
with tear-soaked faces
hoping to be found again

where I can say
when they ask
where does it hurt

here
here
here

Form(ed) At


I could sigh a thousand stories  
and go unheard
though I've said a hundred goodbyes
with silence
there are no words
If you're listening

feel me ...

I sound like an echo
fading in waves
too aware
like icy wet skin pierced
by a hot needle

I'm addicted to the sizzle
because it holds the highest truth
you know ill dribble
slowly into the smallest fractures
of time
too stubborn to succumb
more predictably

to something more profound
but I'll make my point
with bluntness and give
every word like I birthed it because I lived it
before writing it out

I get down and reside in darkness
absorbing the lesson and feeding
my starved madness with reality
but I get back up
and that's what my stories are

transition and waiting places
losing the battles
and wearing the scars
as armour
to win this war

Eye'z right on da poeit tree

Eye gett 'em inn stepp.
Eye'z line 'em upp right.
Inn tew da wabbit whole dey goe
und nobodee nose better den da wabbit.
Itt ain't lyke rockitt syience.
Everybodee playz da gayme uv luv.
Sum play itt better.
Sum ain't right.
Lyke itt R leave itt.
Catphish ain't perfeckt.
Butt whoo iz?
Nawt me.
Eye gott tew blakk eyez.
U?
Dem violent onez?
Dem fingerz shure r stickey.
Spinn da wheel.
Right 'nuther piece.
Da gloree iz awl yourz.


rm

Conlige suspectos semper habitos

Thank you, Uma
Congrats Toni
These entries are all good and
The comp subject was a good idea.

Uma, thank you so much for hosting and for the gracious nod. This was a wonderfully-themed competition. Congrats to Miki for her gorgeous piece, and to Feddler and Roachmill for their excellent work. Have a good weekend, everyone.