voodoo child

big tent poetry monday prompt this week offers a wordle of wonder
cafe writing – the bistro, do you believe in magic, option 2 poetry

hung around his neck  a tinkling sound of seashells and the roar of tsunami splashed wet at his feet. his cupped hands dripping with honey, the bees stayed too. come he motions, his words prancing in a chorus line of thundering hoofs, i’ll not wait forever. shoeless she wanders awake in a world of alice. his cheshire smile remains sincere while her thirst resurfaced in the ash pit of frozen fire longing for heat. who could tell the connection he held with gentleness as he roped her in.

listening to some great music, jimi hendrix always always brings it on….

day 2.floating

day 2. poetry gong. new to you. go to big tent poetry and read all about it.

a BOAT beneath a sunny sky, lewis carroll. one of my favorite writers, is the author of this wonderful acrostic poem. It is also the first line of the poem of which I am using as my first line. there is so much wonder in carroll’s poem have always been fascinated by his ode to alice, his wife… though i wanted to attempt an acrostic there just wasn’t enough time. day 2 and enjoying every minute of it.

a boat beneath a sunny sky
liaison lazy along  the sea
now a gentle breeze
adieu destination bound

the waves lap lightly
tending the way
while none occupants notice
the direction nor care

they sit and stare
touch and sigh
enjoy the sway and song

companion

his girth
orchestrated in
metaphysical motion
drifting from his side
to my side
manifesting magic
in a continuous conversation
always near
rarely far
a most wonderful life
snoozin’ we sit
discussing docile dogmas
nothin’ but neutrality
placed in perfect order
rubbin’ shoulders
occassionally we overlap
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weekend wordsmith: chimera
Miss Chicken, flickr
for those who are interested, the real story … The Walrus and the Carpenter, Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

ResearchWonderLand

SundayScribbings No. 101 The Experiment
photo: flamingoes, khamburger, photobucket

exciting her usual
placid peaceful perseity
the distracted white rabbit
allowed her access
to what was
previously impassable

placading the placebo
fear faded and her
sense of wonder expanded

as she shifted closer
with breaknecking speed
suspicions slowly seeped
from underneath
the seams of normality

flying without wings
in a parade of colors
disappearing smiles
in puffs of fading lettered smoke
questioned her reasoning

hesitating little
she tasted the other
smaller than the larger
previously sampled

swimming for answers
the edge crawled closer
with teacups and 3 card riddles
red paintbrushes and mock turtle soup

with a taste and a yawn
in a fluttering wind
the trial ends
experiment over