1 red balloon

poefusion, friday five: multiplication, necessity, exactitude, blister, quest
photo: carballoon1, Radbot., flickr

this place always reminds me of a blister…you know the bubble and then the hot liquid gushes over thinly veiling the inescapable sting…a billowing hillocky quest of unlimited proportions. a relentless, inevitable necessity peeling of one’s fleece softened by kindness or rough to the touch unable to spin…where is the flimsy line of exactitude that spells a greek formula few find necessary…the bypassed no fly zone of cerebral simpleheartedness… and then a breath, a child-like grace written in between a cacuminal sigh…how absurd the seamless struggle gliding weightless.. enough thoughts to fill a vaccuum of repeating multiplication signaling a cup running over onto a dry silent desert sweeping a new broom of delight.

Haiku, OneSingleImpression

round midnight

one single impression: inner voices
poefusion tuesday title:  i am again measureless patterns
photo:  celestephotography, flickr

endless chattering
dark daunting dream fire flames
early morning dawn

heartbeats wild song
resting inbetween light’s verse
released there is you

harmonious sigh
consume melodious notes
love rests inbetween

lazy tide proclaims
set free thelonius monk
he plays a wondrous measure

Napowrimo, Poefusion, Poetry, ReadWritePoem

tangled up in blue

read write poem: napowrimo, day 14; michelle’s poefusion: no 30, pick a favorite poem and make a new poem by adding lines of your own between each pair of original lines–i picked gregory orr, entitled “love poem;” photo: bob dylan, photobucket


a black biplane crashes through the window
massive magnificent a white horse galloping fast
of the luncheonette. the pilot climbs down,
veranda intrusion metal clanging knight
removing his leather hood.
gallently dismounts he bows in noble manner
he hands me my grandmother’s jade ring
humming musical notes twirl round his metal helmet
no, it is two robin’s eggs and
bob dylan in dark glasses a hundred years ago
a telephone number: yours.
twangs a familar sonnet remembering our forgotten.

Napowrimo, Poefusion, ReadWritePoem


michelle’s poefusion: no 27, write about a noise-or a silence-that won’t go away. excerpted from the pocket muse by monica wood; read write poem, day 9, napowrimo no 9: paradise; …a bit of tongue and cheek….; photo: john carleton, flickr


if you attend intently
eyes gazing
brain occupied
you may observe
the earth breathing

the spirit roving
over dry waters
creating a world
supporting our feet

look upward
and kiss the
blue beautiful sky
not my
brother’s monkey