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expression
empty space exposed
imagine
and bookmark
pursue the interrupted
now coast backwards home

persuaded
by sight within one
flashlight bright
beaming brave
camera ready memories
shifting down to slow

rain slick road
thunder and lightning
furious
for a few
the sound of falling water
encloses the space

author’s notes: wandering through poetry blogs searching for weekly/daily prompts found a great site mindlovemisery’s Menageries and there was shadorma, a new poetry form which i found fascinating… spent the day writing a shadorma …

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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

one word. plague

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

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.

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….

born again

one single impression: grace

born without parents
abandoned at birth
grace abounds in life
wrapped in baby blue cashmere
bus stop bench basket baby