he sits in the square
warmed by an old blanket
strumming a guitar
weekend shoppers pass by
tossing coins into his hat
—
Carpe Diem #920 Hunger (emapthy)
Month: February 2016
thinking about death
last breath
soul is released
life ends
—-
Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 4 – The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying : insight 3 “thinking about death gives life meaning”
Mama Said
Mama said shock me
rock me
knock my socks off
thrill me -chill me
use skill
instill me
with wonder
or thunder
pull me asunder
scatter my heart
flatter my soul
it doesn’t matter
unlock the chatter
spill out the worst
shock me
speak of demons
leave me weak
with fear or cheer
deep in the night
delight takes flight
replaced with dread
the dead arise
it’s only lies
you realize when
light arrives
just
shock me
—
Over at Toads Mama Zen wants to be shocked in 77words
I’ll also be posting at d’Vers Poets for OLN
Hiding Moon
gentle moon
hums a simple tune
with eyes closed
hides behind cloudy
blankets
thinks I won’t see him
I’ll free him from
listening to my
dreams or my
midnight screams
but I know I can
depend on him
my childhood
friend
——
Poetic Asides Wednesday Prompt is “hidden”
also posted at Real Toads
Room Search
I’ve got
nothing
I sat in the kitchen
at the antique table
with my paper and
favorite pen at the
ready
nothing
I moved to the living
room and sat in
the plaid over-stuffed
chair with my journal
and a #2 pencil
nothing
I went to the dining
room and sat quietly
in the dark, waiting
nothing
Up the steps
counting each one
and into my bedroom
and there curled up
under the patchwork
quilt, snoring gently
I found my muse
—-
Over at d’Verse it’s Poetics – Room With or Withour a View
Spin Me Around
I’m getting dizzy in a
tizzy
from the spin you’ve
pinned to the truth
with your fancy suit
that suits you well
and a snazzy tie-
clip appearing to be
or not to be a gentle-
man you pull out
chairs and open doors
charming smile all
the while
until you speak and
make me think I don’t
have a clue
—–
It’s the Sunday Mini Challenge at Real Toads
using a quote from Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum
“Don’t trust the cannibal just ‘cos he’s usin’ a knife and fork!”
Colaboration for Peace – 8
We’re combining our love of poetry and photography for the sake of PEACE!
Be sure to check out Mish’s blog, mishunderstood
photo credit: Candace Kubinec
Out of Darkness
Clouds speak in silhouettes
Embellished by the gift of light
Sunbeams stretch to infinity
Trees soak in the serenity
When sapphire skies mimic
More than a glimmer of hope
(c) Mish
melody
vibrations
In Love
It was a warm summer day and her waiting was over. Tiny fingers wrapped themselves around her finger – ten pink fingers. Soft hair, like finest silk covered his slightly misshapen head and long, thick lashes shaded his eyes. His cheeks were smooth and delicate lips curled up in what she knew in her heart was a smile. She was in love.
newborn swaddled
in his mother’s gentle arms
first love
—–
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
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