PoefusionFriday5

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poefusion, friday five: multiplication, necessity, exactitude, blister, quest
photo: carballoon1, Radbot., flickr

this place always reminds me of a blister…you know the bubble and then the hot liquid gushes over thinly veiling the inescapable sting…a billowing hillocky quest of unlimited proportions. a relentless, inevitable necessity peeling of one’s fleece softened by kindness or rough to the touch unable to spin…where is the flimsy line of exactitude that spells a greek formula few find necessary…the bypassed no fly zone of cerebral simpleheartedness… and then a breath, a child-like grace written in between a cacuminal sigh…how absurd the seamless struggle gliding weightless.. enough thoughts to fill a vaccuum of repeating multiplication signaling a cup running over onto a dry silent desert sweeping a new broom of delight.

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discover

Michelle’s Poefusion Friday Five: freckle, evade, peck, scoot, dash
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photo: Strange Fruit Helsinki, Lucasrocha, flickr

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the diverse collection of
my ruffled significant substance
evades the enigma
of where i have roamed

honor and trust
the color of freckled turquoise
transform in string and bead
rattle the observant

persuasive pebbles mingle
with singing cowrie shells
disturbing the depths
peck at the performance

subdued by solid gravity
layers of time and rock
resolve recollections
once imagined in transit

cleave a dash of daydreamer
with ruinous ropes of risk
parade the progression of paradise
breathe the fluid free

rushing towards the rigid rim
whimpering whispers
scamper and scoot
reveal my pink purpose
perched upon
a swaying stick

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PoefusionFriday5

wherever u want

michelle’s poefusion friday five: breast, chronicles, facsimile, visual, squirrel
photo: Existential Anxietylightgazer, flickr

patiently turmoil hovers
disturbing disorder
deciding direction
agreeable facsimile
covert visual approach

sitting serenely
upon a stool
nudges the silly
squirrel subconscious
brushing the breast
bating banter

quietly chronicles
neptune neurosis
conversing counsel
darwin and jung delight

pull over and park
let’s talk no more
take me home
to harmonious happiness

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contraction

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as an alien in a familiar territory, she could no nothing but mimic the cry of the others with the same purple plume. she loved the feeling of free flight and laughed out loud whenever she could. secluded in her effort to stay hidden, the others barely took notice of her strange complicated behavior, side-stepping the multi-colored cutlet with barely a missed step. finding her way to the other side, she notice the slight movement of soft brown grains of sand creating a sudden plication and then quickly disappear. unable to look away, she stepped closer, closer… soon sucked into the void of thresh her life forever changed in the shifting sands.
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Michelle’s Poefusion Friday Five this week are: thresh, plication, cullet, secluded, mimic
photo: jvverde flickr

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afterwards

sensing tension the air was heavy with an invisible fog of unmistakable proportions. envisage a humid wet jungle, a handy hatchet would suffice; but not knowing the future, i only carry a pretty petite red swiss army knife.

straining to inhibit circuitous damage my bare brown feet kept bumping against the rotten corpse of phantom souls lying littered along the crowded empty room. seeking distraction i opened the door to a beautiful carved dusty armoire. meddling into a debris-filled subsistence the smallness within expanded as reality ripened into a glittering giant peach oozing with kismet. instantly encountering a pink polka-dot rest stop, cognition circled in merry-go-round motion.

if only normal came home i could rinse away the extraneous gypsy songs and horse-led covered coaches lit with a soft fire of midnight moon.

refreshed with jungle fever immunity, i strapped on fire engine red high heeled sandals glad to be heading home, soon sleeping in the safety of my own bed.
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mingling prompts: thommyg’s 3 Word Wednesday: corpse, damage, knife; michelle’s poefusion friday five: meddle, afterwards, debris, rinse, ripen; and, beverly’s pink saturday.
photo: Tin-can Telephone, flickr

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