sunday whirl: wordle 227
photo: white owl, autobon society
with winter wings
naked clarity stalks
searing silent echoes
lurking anamnesis whistles
a red river flies
flowing fast and free
wary world floating
a want walks away
towards the open plains
inside the wind blows
small writings….. staring out an open winter window, an image stood clearly of one room full of adventure as if taking a leisure stroll through one’s life in a snapshot.
big tent poetry monday prompt this week offers a wordle of wonder
cafe writing – the bistro, do you believe in magic, option 2 poetry
hung around his neck a tinkling sound of seashells and the roar of tsunami splashed wet at his feet. his cupped hands dripping with honey, the bees stayed too. come he motions, his words prancing in a chorus line of thundering hoofs, i’ll not wait forever. shoeless she wanders awake in a world of alice. his cheshire smile remains sincere while her thirst resurfaced in the ash pit of frozen fire longing for heat. who could tell the connection he held with gentleness as he roped her in.
listening to some great music, jimi hendrix always always brings it on….
three word wednesday: abuse, cramp, hatred …not wanting to bite the bad i took a rabbit hole journey…. photo: JamieMcC. flickr
we wander awhile not in conversation
the cramp of consciousness clouds our cover
when where who would come whistling abuse
the single sound shaping imperceptible tracks
doubled over with a cramp he starts shaking his legs
opportunity stumbling she hopped in a hatred hating hurry
determined he caught her free fleeing shadow first
tying her wind to an antsy anchor waiting to be found
cramp forgotten wipes his heroic hands
he smiled at her dubious dharma delinquent
we wishfully went to wander yoked and harnessed
singing single hits from the late 50’s
rallentanda, POW prompt 4: write a poem in response to David Blackwells feet beneath the table, 1956
receiving not the
fickle post, the
wayward invitation
never intending to arrive
undecidedly decided
the unexpected guest
casually appeared
absentmindedly
forgetting her feet
the white shoes visibility
incited a scene
interrupting their cozy
amused her, theirs faces
a deadpan delight
and serving cold tea
made strange
a simple intrusion
mumbling close
they pretended her gone
sitting sorta on the outside
she downright decided
she’d wait awhile
for a good cup of tea
one single impression: reign
photo: queen of hearts
there’s something wicked
that drives a queen crazy
two hands firmly fixed
behind the wheel whacky
powerful potent pill
eyes glazed and gleeful
staring straight ahead
she surrenders to no one
raving radical autocrat
bumper banging brawl
horn honking hysteria
fists raising terror
queen of hearts
wonderland lost
she searches sovereignty
his girth
orchestrated in
metaphysical motion
drifting from his side
to my side
manifesting magic
in a continuous conversation
always near
rarely far
a most wonderful life
snoozin’ we sit
discussing docile dogmas
nothin’ but neutrality
placed in perfect order
rubbin’ shoulders
occassionally we overlap
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weekend wordsmith: chimera
Miss Chicken, flickr
for those who are interested, the real story … The Walrus and the Carpenter, Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
SundayScribbings No. 101 The Experiment
photo: flamingoes, khamburger, photobucket
exciting her usual
placid peaceful perseity
the distracted white rabbit
allowed her access
to what was
previously impassable
placading the placebo
fear faded and her
sense of wonder expanded
as she shifted closer
with breaknecking speed
suspicions slowly seeped
from underneath
the seams of normality
flying without wings
in a parade of colors
disappearing smiles
in puffs of fading lettered smoke
questioned her reasoning
hesitating little
she tasted the other
smaller than the larger
previously sampled
swimming for answers
the edge crawled closer
with teacups and 3 card riddles
red paintbrushes and mock turtle soup
with a taste and a yawn
in a fluttering wind
the trial ends
experiment over
