Poetry, we write poems

sign_here.wwp196

i was told the sun was setting in the west…..

somewhere in the middle
between two signs
exists a moment
when my 1st breath was taken

i just signed away my privacy
to find who i am; afterwards,
she sez it will take up to 24 hours
to find the words to tell me who i really am

so now i guess and ponder
who it is i am. between a lion
and a lamb. leo and virgo.
fire and water. that sounds about right.

one way this way
yet another way that way
it’s hard to explain
in any sort of detail
that makes any sense

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we write poems: No 196. what’s your sign?

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haiku heights

haiku heights. day 26

haiku heights day 26 phoenix
photo: red321, flickr

A Good Lesson

still clanging stars roar
erase the summer burnt sky
wordless wind embrace

night speak shift appears
tame torment cool breeze besiege
fall comes quietly

sitting still shower
transparent suggestion sense
contact connection

comes the coolness close
carrying a cold climate
white weather snowflakes

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Journal, monday poetry train, Poetry

the sky is telling a story.working for play

what’s the weather like? snow capped mountains cold surround
everyday journal. day 4, page 4
gautami’s monday poetry train prompt no 115
photo: phillip klinger

note to daily journal. when work takes over, the effort to do anything else is almost impossible….unable to write… i wait.

D.R.F.S.B (Dangerously Red Flying Salad Bowls)

there’s hardly a moment free
caught in the trap of wanting
for nothing

wake up working
sunset comes too soon
amusement absent

sleep the deep
transported pursuit
building sand castles
sunbathing relax

transfixed
words of wonder
escape the pen
riding a bull who
bucks and stomps
snorting simple rhymes

8 seconds embrace
letters flying
skyward downward
slippery sliding
imagination

effortlessly eccentric
letters lined up
open congestion
no long empty spaces
hearty distractions

i think i just wrote
something

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Poefusion

BrightRed

Poefusion #16: Create a poem using Emily Dickinson’s Bring me the sunset in a cup as a starting point
photo: overflowing hear, aslavegirl, photobucket

overflowing heart

bring me the sunset in a cup
measured overflowing
bubbling bright red orange

entirely encompassing
eternal everlasting
instanteous felicity

surrounded by surreality
intimate obscured soiree
beneath benign books
lettered pages explicate open

present where we are
without delay
words written stained red ink

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