carry on tuesday

morning coffee

carry on tuesday no 29: this is the saddest story i have ever heard. This week our prompt is the opening line of  The Good Soldier by Ford Madox. Ford, 1915

sipping silence
in the midst of
a blinding glare

a sudden cough
erupted the news

stealing tomorrow
the unknown end
their last breath taken

who could know
today was terminal

this is the saddest story i have ever heard.

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monday poetry train, Saturday Scribes

exile

Saturday Scribes: theme-midway; words-dappled, fearsome, firefly;
and, monday poetry train; photo: After the Rain, gcquinn, flickr

when the weather began to wane
a cool shivering breeze
melodiously rattled the sleeping bones
scattered among sweet scented grass

at the end unnoticed, a one-way street
no longer surrounds the terminated buried beneath
daily the rusted ancient gate again stirs
eagerly guards the passage portal

dallying dusk discoveries
emancipate moored moans, soft mad wails
kept from the light wind that travels so much further
late afternoon, heat released
as day drifts toward the western sky canvas

rich characters yield a brush
dappled in rosy pink and perfect gray purple
giving way to the entrance of night
sifting the stars, falling flashes, twilight beckons

as if able, the despondent bones
would will the fearsome rotted flesh
back home where night brings
one firefly then another to soothe the story

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carry on tuesday

weaving mortals

carry on tuesday: The prompt this week is the opening sentence from The Story of a Marriage by Andrew Sean Greer “we think we know the ones we love”. Use all or part of it at the start or somewhere within your poem or prose

we weave back and forth
barely beyond the grave
ghost shadows our arms embraced
pausing the predestined

there’s no surprise
when you reappear gazing
from the face of another
clothed and conscious

who could this be
wearing your familiarity
your imprint waiting watching
such an easy fit

filling the blank spaces
inserted midway
we think we know
the ones we love

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Napowrimo, ReadWritePoem

u & i

read write poem: read write image no 13; day 8, naprowrimo
photo: pensiero

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come share the unbearable weight of a grieving heart. imagine submerged in murky waters too deep to float. balancing life in between the wetness of dry tears and loneliness of loss.

today i boarded a beckoning mystical train to attend a captivating carnival. with a ticket in hand i hopped onto the waiting ride. tossing the twirling too many thoughts, i flew with lightweight strings released in freedom’s lightheartedness.

we were together, you & i, with little else to interfere. for a few attached moments you sat close to me holding hands as we enjoyed the weightless wonder, our two lives, sharing breaths of convertible air.

over too soon my feet touched the ground the half torn ticket clutched fast in my palm. you laughed kissed my lips and said a nickel’s worthy ride as you wandered away to a faraway flowered field.

a day in april 2008…the day started out cold and foggy. soon the sun smiled, the sea began to sing. leaving you behind, the hardest task i ever had to perform.

to linda may the days become lighter in heart in a way you never thought possible…. previous dialogues

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