Napowrimo, ReadWritePoem, short story

curtain call

read write poem napowrimo day 9. your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use at least twelve words from this list: flap, winter, torch, pail, jug, strum, lever, massage, octopus, marionette, stow, pumice, rug, jam, limp, campfire, startle, wattle, bruise, chimney, tome, talon, fringe, walker; Include: (1) something that tastes terrible; (2) some part (from a few words to several lines) of a previous poem that didn’t quite pan out; and (3) a sound that makes you happy. day 9 was a challenge to complete. this one took most of the day to form and fit a story that was worth revealing.
photo: diesmali, flickr

resisting the warmth of the glowing campfire the willowy walker began his chant imparted from the verbal echoes of the elder voices. uncorking the soft remote, his closed eyes searched the roomy skies pulling hard on the lever of long distance. happiness slowly smiled intrados as his body responded to the rural rug beneath lifting upward acknowledging the familiar strum of his beating heart. detecting the ubiquitous utterances of the sacred tome the talons of time embraced his breath leaving him instantly limp. crossing the invisible the flap of resistance released bringing back his body. awakening to a bitter taste of buried burning bones he knew he was near his resting place. in the clearing of creation he could see the fiery torch of purple and gold leading him heavenward. with a startle of remembrance he began to massage the bruise of last week’s circle dance as the beating drums swam along the stars. hidden in the folds of his memory shuffling his feet along side her who sighs to the wailing white moon he who is soon to be a starry host, polaris.

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time’s up

read write poem no 71: it’s all about the first line
i used donald harbour‘s  i know that life has loved me line for a reference point in creating my poem. now that i have finished, i visited donald’s poem and amazed how they have a strange commonality. yes, no
photo: Meet “Pretty Boy”!!!, maureen_g, flickr

less than complete he walked away…

i know that life has loved me
beyond the moments of now
forever etched at the beginning
here breathing small breaths
i recall the entirety in
nano bursts blazing

born on a bed of blood and light
poured out water unable to return
my lungs began to assert

held in a soft blanket
clutched in warmth
there’s nothing else
to remember

here i lay
the cool dirt of earth
waiting juncture
her face i scrutinze
in disappearing ink

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flagrant flogging

three word wednesday: cadence, humble, resolve

sorry, could you repeat.
resolve the idlyl interlude left imperfect and the double doors will open.
do i need a secret password?
no, step aside you’ve already taken too long. next.

seriously, i’ve stood in line for a week, i think. repeating repetition. there must be another way.
no, not really.
turning around i wondered who would defy the order and speak aloud. following a humble path was not easy. there were no instructions nor was there a list. always there is a list numbered one through ten.

seeking enlightenment in a white crowded cloud was not exactly how i thought it would end. the cadence of death and dying instantaneously was all too disconcerting.

do i really have start all over again?

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