Poetry, we write poems

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i have to speak in such a way
that only you would know

morning glow assembly
majestically proclaims
another fast forward
reminding me to yield

surrogate surrounding cantata
sorrow’s steady soothing steps
tomorrow’s turn tumbling foward
there’s not too many left

the wind flies constant
never stopping once
leaving more than less
dropping dreams design

settled comfortably
on the edge of a crackly leaf
the dew comforts
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we write poems: keepsakes like a breathe

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Poetry

one word. plague

one word: plague. photo courtesy of steffen tuck, flickr

drawn to the moonlight

bitten by a mosquito i thought nothing of it other than to scratch it and curse. and then everything changed. spotted and green it was a new look to an old feeling. grasping at another groan, i began replacing the pretty pink lipstick i kept on just for distraction. a subtle reminder… keeping away the foreign kiss of the others.

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Poetry, we write poems

heal thyself

we write poems thursday prompt no 27: healing
photo:  by Cuba Gallery – Now on Twitter!, flickr

..when i saw this unbelievably beautiful photo, psalm 23 came to mind, ..” the lord is my shepherd i shall not want, he maketh me to lie in green pastures…”

first we held hands
not so much for her
possibly more for me

am i in heaven yet?

we sat silent for awhile
she was slowly slipping away
forgetting where she was

am i in heaven yet?

clutching heavenly clouds
entertaining existential eternity
in the silence of tv chatter
not wanting her to go

am i in heaven yet?

ms barbara brow past away this morning, we are grieving… though excited for her, as believers, absent from the body is present with the lord….

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acrostic, WritersIsland

wish

writers island no 23 2010 : this week’s pleasure is soar.
photo: Cycle of life?ஃ முதல் அ வரை, flickr

soft liquid silence
over treetops mountain view
aerial eyesight blue sky canvas
roars the remains of remembrance

he slept soundly viewing a world no one else knew. weaving his way amid the stars he stopped at a four-way intersection. hesitating little he pressed the pedal of his pedantic personality making way with wings of steel. nearly there he never looked beyond his porch.

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

serene seclusion

big tent poetry: possessions. this week’s prompt is to think of something you possess. what are your feelings about this possession? do you possess it, or does it possess you? i was unable **unwilling** to focus on anything specific **anything to do w/my personal possessions** but i did find this one… confirming possessions are fleeting ; photo: purple finch by drphotomoto, flickr

Purple Finch

surrounded in a small way
she felt perfectly content
her favorite color of pink
entwined in the tiny twirls
of happiness haunting her house

purple dangling beads
dancing with delight
shimmering songs singing
her doorway the dazzle
of dawn’s expression
mad and marvelous
everyone stayed away

swift and slow she so suddenly left
her presence slumbers in nirvana
perceptible pink puddles smiling back
clearly anticipating more

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Journal

the sky is crying page one

What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Falling, really….
Everyday Journal. day one, page one

i’m serious, it’s all real. everyday. the now of living life. one day you come across a blog and a special person. not like you’ve ever met before. and suddenly the person is gone. not necessarily gone but gone from the world as i know now living and breathing. i recently read of gingatao’s unexpected passing [ paul squires ] and find i am mourning him. we shall all miss him terribly. i am now looking forward to seeing him again in another world.

this is a good day to start. write something everyday. i’ll start with the words “day one” this makes me feel good and want to write more. recently the writing was creating not creating and beginning to be a real bother. seriously contemplated maybe it’s time to stop. you know stop, like whatzhisname in that boxofchocolates movie…. where he starts running and doesn’t stop and keeps going and soon has a following… well remember how he sorta just stopped one day. turned around and sed “..i’m going to go home now…” well, this is my now…

the end. day one.

remember when stevie ray vaughn passed and the sky cried, well that’s what’s going on today with the news of gingatao now gone.

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