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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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curled quietly
she yearned if only we could
submerged he sought her
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photo: parke harrison study of next 1994

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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.

flashback forward

monday’s big tent poetry prompt: feet
photo: baby feet…,  mgrphotos, flickr

inquisitive eyes
hindsight hands
finger tracing translucence

an unexpected find
folded and found
torn and tattered
yellowed piece of paper
my hospital birth certificate

the paper says
i was born on this day
at this time and
stuck my feet in black ink
to prove i was

oh little feet
tell me the places
we shall go

size so small
soft as butter attributes
activated lines and shadows
eye witness to a future
the ol’ gypsy woman foretells

fresh little feet
did tell then
what now is when
how far i would travel
and the miles i’d run
to espy the rainbow’s
ancestral home

sometimes my feet sing
shifting from a long note
to a thousand quick beats of patter
skipping over burdens
as a child at play

oh he sez but they are pretty
otherwise he wouldn’t have stayed
it’s all in the feet he sez

consumed in a flashback
i’m walking forward
along weedy old tracks
some long forgotten
abandoned railroad line
remember the rattling train