Voiced // SELF-SERIES: Me, In Some Words by Thomas Rivet

Voiced // SELF-SERIES: Me, In Some Words by Thomas Rivet

Voiced // HAIKU: Raindrops and Hail Rocks by Thomas Rivet

Raindrops and Hail Rocks

Pale long grass tickled

by the raindrops and hail rocks,

flooding and laughter.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // SHORT: Anger & Soul by Thomas Rivet

In episodes of anger

and weakness, we roar

to slice the silence,

to cleanse our core.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: Eat the Goddamn Cake by Thomas Rivet

Eat the Goddamn Cake
Be the water that you are,
pure and light, like a star.
Judgement is a cloud, full
and grey, if you let it be.
Reign over any ignorant scrutiny,
whether cold or sly,
give it up,
give it up,
it isn't worth your time and effort,
no word of a lie.
Hail your uniqueness,
be strong, be courageous,
take no orders; eat the cake ...
you're a goddamn snowflake!

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // SHARE: Understanding Poetry by Incidental Comics (Grant Snider)

See more at: incidentalcomics.tumblr.com/

Voiced // POEM: Renewed Generosity by Thomas Rivet

Renewed Generosity

When she's having a bad day, she doesn't cry.

She may shed tears every once in a while,

but they aren't shed in the name of misery, no, 

rather over an accumulation of joy.

Tomorrow, or later,

she will smile, or shine,

when she will have

turned grass greener,

given trees and bushes a chance at life,

and we may curse at her while she weeps,

with a fork, or a knife,

and for what ...

Sure she makes us wet,

but she isn't in debt

to us, the fools

who fail to see

her decency,

her renewable generosity.

THOMAS RIVET

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Voiced // POEM: Zero by Thomas Rivet

Zero

In the dust

I see lust -

there is a gale

however frail or pale,

the wind blows below me.

With a whoosh

and a whistle

my oily tears drizzle

to our crust;

our moss

and dismissed and missed,

loved-one loss.

In a world unjust,

there is none to dust

nor shivers in the air.

O few know,

but in our world unjust,

zero declare.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // CONTEST SUBMISSION: SWEET (Student Writing Weekend in the Eastern Townships, Bishop's University)

Today I submitted a 140-character story for a contest.  Contestants are students of the Eastern Townships, and more specifically at Bishop's University.

It's a difficult guideline ... 140 characters for a story is restrictive and challenging.

At the bottom of the page --

We sit and see helplessly, unheard and silenced; actors impress. A twist in a suit, a dress, the viewers’ faces insist for more, for less.

Sound familiar? That's because it has remnants of one of my previously published poems.

Find "Red Curtains Close" here.

Voiced // An Alternative: A Sip of Wine by Thomas Rivet

Instead of consistently checking one's own phone, following its call for attention (that of a brief vibration and a reminding ring), let us replace the gesture with - and bare with with me when I say this - a sip of wine: red, white or rosé. Thus propelling fruity sophistication into our world. Needless to forget its proper enchanting qualities.

Seeing as the gesture is frequent in nature, I propose you withhold your temptation by pinky-promising yourself to abide by Law of Moderation. Or by-pass it and let the grapes tempt your fates. 

Cheers!

Yours faithfully,
T.Rivet