#Cascade Poetry

[amazingindigo]

The Jealousy Cascade

The green-eyed monster is a toxic snake,

Sneaking up on you like a saboteur,

Leaving its poison coursing through your veins.

Jealousy likes to leave pain in its wake.

Not the raging behemoth of old myths,

The green-eyed monster is a toxic snake.

While you hold tight to what you think is yours,

The serpent emerges from your concerns,

Sneaking up on you like a saboteur.

Its bite produces a torturous pain,

As it digs its fangs deep into your skin,

Leaving its poison coursing through your veins.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

btw when phoebe bridgers said 'got a stack of mail and a tall can, it's a shower beer, it's a payment plan' did she know the thought of shower beers would haunt me for the rest of my life?

[rachelspoetrycorner]

Early Cascade (2006) by Lucia Perillo

In Episode 282, Rachel shares a (audience chosen) downer poem!

Rachel: She was diagnosed with MS when she was in her 30's, and wrote a collection of essays called I've Heard the Vultures Singing, which is a real examination into her life as a person with disabilities. [...] I mean, the reason I thought it was kind of a bummer is that it's somebody who finally has this moment of this kind of beautiful time to herself, and then she realizes, like, how lonely she is in that moment. I find that very, like... you know, relatable, and also sad.

This poem is definetly one of the most downer ones in Rachel's collection. But -just like the audience proved- we love to see it! (This might come from my own lunatic necessity to connect the dots where there are none, but) I do like thinking about this poem and William Carlos William's This Is Just To Say as two sides of the same coin. It's about the sweetness of the fruit.

If you’d like to hear the audience's reaction, you can do so here: Our Favorite Summer Stuff, Live from Raleigh!, from 30:25 - 34:36

[nightshadereaper66]

Poem in text form under the cut

Crusty Star Rust

Cascade poem

We are made of ether rust and what went bust. We are made of star dust and space crust.

Long ago, the first stars begin to fuse Then burn out, making new parts We are made of ether rust and what went bust.

Rocks rain to Earth and join the ooze Long later they power our hearts We are made of star dust and space crust.

[starryskiesatmidnight]

we‘re closer to strangers than friends now but somehow the fault‘s with neither of us?

honey i miss you so we used to be so close too close for comfort at least that’s what some others said

for me you were my comfort „my one and only, my lifeline“ i could dedicate so many taylor songs to you i haven‘t done that for anyone else

best friends, soulmates, lovers we didn‘t have any of those labels we just had each other and it was right like that

life brought me you by accident just at the right time („once in twenty lifetimes“) if i ever had the greatest luck it was on the day that i met you

there‘s this big pang in my heart everytime i think of you now actually, i catch myself barely thinking of you and then feeling so guilty about that but it‘s not cause i forgot, it‘s cause my heart tries to protect itself from all that wells up everytime i do think of you

honey i miss you so now i barely see you but i so wish you were here with me

[arlenelperez]

Imprisoned

We are all...

Products

Of our environment

Products

Of our DNA.

Nature vs nurture

No true winners

Or losers

Just playing

This game.

This game...

Called life.

Hoping

To come out

Alive.

Knowing

The finish line

Ends.

Ends at

our tombstone

We are NOT

Getting out

Of this

Alive.

We all...

End up

In the same place.

Running

Towards

the same mark.

Who?

Who set the mark?

Why?

Why do we

Run towards

A mark

Set by

Others?

We all...

Swim in a pool...

A pool of

Expectations

Set before us

Set for us

Even set

By us.

Are we all...

Drowning?

Drowning

In this

Pool of

Expectations?

Trapped?

Trapped and imprisoned.

Chained?

Chained by those

Those who came

Before us.

A whirlwind?

No....

More like...

A chain reaction

The domino effect

Knocking

Knocking others down

Who come

After us

A cascade effect

Of traumas

Of expectations

Of condemnation

How?

How can WE

Step outside

Outside of this

Chain of events?

How can we

Stop

The domino effect?

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on February 2, 2024

[talltalestogo]

“Cascade”

Cascade Cascade in the sun. / Waterfall of white Iris / flowing up from Earth. . . #cascade #waterfall #white #iris #earth #haiku #poem #poetry #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #april #wednesday #042722 #2022

[scriptgoyal]

Cascade of emotions🌊

Standing in silence Listening to the warbling of birds Feelin' the wind carrying the fragrance of petrichor The best way to introspect To let the cascade of emotions Flow down, in the heavy pour.

#15jun'23

[whisperthatruns]

Cascades 501

The man sitting behind me is telling the man sitting next to him about his heart bypass.

Outside the train’s window, the landscapes smear by--- the earnest, haphazard distillations of America. The backyards

and back sides of houses. The back lots of shops and factories. The underpasses of bridges. And then the stretches

of actual land, which is not so much land as the kinds of water courses and greenery that register

like luck in the mind. Dense walls of trees. Punky little woods. The living continually outgrowing

the fallen and decaying. The vines and ivies taking over everything, proving that the force of disorder is also the force

of plenty. Then the eye dilating to the sudden clearings---fields, meadows. The bogs that must have been left

by retreating glaciers. The creeks, the algae broth of ponds. Then the broad silver of rivers, shiny

as turnstiles. Attrition, dispersal, growth---a system unfastened to story, as though the green sight itself

was beyond story, was peacefully beyond any clear meaning. But why the gust of alertness that comes

to me every time any indication of the human passes into sight---like a mirror, like to like, even though I am not

the summer backyard with the orange soccer ball resting there, even though I am not the pickup truck

parked askew in the back lot, its two doors opened wide, and no one around to show whether it is funny

or an emergency that the truck is like that. Each thing looks new even when it is old and broken down.

They had to open me up---the man is now telling the other man. I wasn’t there to see it, but they opened me up.

Rick Barot, The Galleons (Milkweed Editions, 2020)

[elmp]

Cascading And Catastrophic Grid Failures

I guess Dave said it

Best- "Ritalin is easy.

Ritalin is good."

[wickedzeevyln]

Thoughts

You may be a spider lurking in a corner with a mind that has multiple eyes taking snapshots of a moment wheezing by, too swift for anyone to notice, everyone is a busy bee. Everyone holding axes and throwing spears against the monsters of the day, but you sit there in your tiny world, drawn inside a happy sphere between your hand and your eyes, for now, it’s a solitary place existing in the…

[starryskiesatmidnight]

the fates are cruel

when you walked up to me i thought you were a dream i couldn’t really believe what i witnessed so you were gone just as fast

like a dream, i barely managed to grasp you in my memory but you’re there, very faintly always a reminder

of what we could’ve been, could’ve had the fates are cruel like that

how could they show me that everything i’ve ever wanted actually exists (and might want me too) just to take you away again in the blink of an eye?

now i’ll hope and pray every single day that what they say is true that you always meet someone twice in your life and that one day, i once again meet you

[authormarialberg]

Poetry Wordfall Cascades

Today’s Meet the Bar prompt at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to write a Cascade form poem with five line stanzas. A Cascade repeats each line of the first stanza as the last lines of the following stanzas. Cascade by Maria L. Berg 2024 The Rush of a Wordfall when we feel the flow of the words with our eyeswe re-create the actions of the poetwhen we hear the force of rhythm and rhymethey are…

[corvianbard]

#6000

Blessed saint of cascade, We climb with you undismayed To receive a draconic accolade.

[nightshadereaper66]

This is a cascade poem in iambic tetrameter. I decided to challenge myself with this one, as I find it quite hard to write in meter. This isn't my favorite poem that I've written, but I vastly enjoyed the challenge. I think that this was really good practice, and I will probably write in meter more often.

Poem in text form under the cut

Watching the Fall

Hold up your head, time to conceal As thoughts deface your heart’s charade To make your mind run hard aground And make your soul erupt in flame.

Now glue yourself to the ideal A mask of who you should portray Hold up your head, time to conceal.

Sit tight as waves make you abrade Your brain won’t try to hide disdain As thoughts deface your heart’s charade.

Steer through the port as you’re homebound Your ship’s small crew seem to conspire To make your mind run hard aground.

You strike the flint on steel’s cold frame Bright sparks fall and ignite butane And make your soul erupt in flame.