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.
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
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
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.
writer’s island: the gift. this was perfect timing for something that needed to be expressed….missing someone can be haunting at times…for linda growing strong… here’s the ongoing story…previous posts; photo: Lipstick, judy stalus, flickr
it is not so bad
most days
sleep comes easy
here now without
i cannot, come and
be right next to me
today i totally surrender
softly sobbing the once
smothered to you
no one hears nearby
i clutch at the arms
familiar to me
eventually sleep comes
and when you
smile i do too
read write poem: napowrimo day 6, converse with images
photo: Cory.Lum, flickr
i recently started multiplying
the bobbing bubbling bubbles
in my pink pillow possibilities
i melodiously measure the
kaleidoscopic distance
between nurturing now
and departed already
life is ideally idle
breakfast buttering cinnabons
dinner sipping chianti silence
behold my backward glances
in the frosted memory mirror
unobserved static
inperceptible traces
your scent sticks around
teetering telephone lines
between day and night
twenty or two abstractions
counting encompassing circles
your breath still comes
in wisps of vanishing vapors
Piece of Pie ala Mode 