magpie tales, Poetry, short story, six sentences

magpie94.duplicity

somber shelter sincerity, subterfuge speculation, suffocating faceless fantasies he’s not so sure he’ll last another day. cravings for a cigarette his current distraction.

she unexpectedly found herself with thought thinking he was always different. as if this is always as it was. yes, he is just there rummaging about creating an economy of movement.

his difference so subtle only by accident can one catch the commitment in his eyes. living in a halcyon hurricane amongst the quietly unperturbed, they began to gather their sails dreaming of departure.

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magpie tales no 94 photo: Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

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Poetry

gossamery

rebecca’s friday prompt of recuerda mi corazon [haiku my heart]
photo: weight of frost, tapio hurme, flickr

Weight of Frost

placing herself here
she thought maybe it might stick
having no weight she wanders
waiting for what would occur
beneath her

possessing stars, the night comes
and goes, she tosses one randomly
as petals from the perfect petunia

cheerful and chatty she bends
to behave in a weightless want
of wandering

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry, SundayScribblings

only when i dance am i invisible

big tent poetry monday prompt: alliteration, pick a letter any letter and fly
sunday scribbling no 250: invisible [congrats “ss” 250 prompt!!]
photo: Robyn Hooz, flickr

at least once
a day
i step back
only slightly
to make sure
i’m still here
footstep free
a hundred miles
less than yesterday

the path i ponder
wonders aloud
so plainly attired in
colorful commotion
calamity and calm

with flowery flair
and secret signals
a haven of smoky puffs
soon surround
in powerful pursuit

and with a slightly distracted air
one speaks …and who are you?

seeing a slight
silhouette
of shimmering
he snickers and spits
while whispering
mysterious addresses
designed to depart in
sightless swaying
cobweb sublet strings

knowing the way
he’s friendly and fierce
opening doors
beyond his sacred
simplicity

hardly ever
do i hesitate
only when i
suddenly forget

and near the edge
of this day’s light
i hear a holler so
delicate

come home soon
we all miss you
so

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get your poem, ReadWritePoem

shift

read write poem get your poem no 86: 23 line personal universe poem. thought i could never put this away, never felt complete. finally  had to just let this one go…. another excellent prompt from the newly revised read write poem blog site. be sure to go by and check out the new site, limitless possibilities!!!

salty breeze inhale, exhale paradise pacific blue ocean
flowing river northwest waters eagles nesting noble evergreens
drumbeat calls the course
magical glass slippers spark a spell
faded blue jeans tomboy t-shirt ride the wild wind
borrowed bicycle flies on freedom’s wing
adrift across the seven seas
a hundred seasons of travel
erase the ache of haunted dreams
wandering barefoot two feet walkabout
burnt soil fire red sacred ground alight
smell the scent tall talking eucalyptus
swaying trees aligned in a row
hear the loud cackle kookaburra croon
warming heat burning flames
view the blazing clear cool night
iridescent tapestry towering midnight stars
dreamtime draws tomorrow’s undiscovered journey
another day roadside rest
a billy of black sweetened tea, sip a sigh of relief
circle back around homeward bound
two feet running ease the waring soul
momentary haven wolf howl awakening

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pink saturday

initiated conquer

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beverly’s pink saturday; photo: amphalon, flickr

my beloved’s kiss
curbed a wandering appetite

healthy pink lungs
breathe in the scent of you
afloat on last night’s interlude

layered in love
the complexities of calm
stays my sleep
in the white billowing sails
of a racing sloop

reciting poems of old
romance lingers
long after you’ve left

love sick fingertips
brush the evening embers
yet burning cool

dawn’s light approaches
graze a transluscent season
break the spell of love

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