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Finding Me
Stand in the moonlight, preferably in bare feet
Release a small cathartic howl
Intone a prayer and send it spinning
Listen for the chattering of the wind
Wait for stillness
Turn your face upward
Feel gentle moonbeam kisses
Stretch your fingers skyward
Trace pictures on the dark cavas of night
Close your eyes
Conjure up my being in your heart
Day 7 at Na/GloPoWriMo
Conjuring Memories
It’s not the yeasty smell of
Freshly baked bread or
The peppery smell of roses
The bring her back to me.
Although her oven produced
Magical loaves and her garden
Simmered with old fashioned roses,
It is the sharp, medicinal smell of
Vicks Vap-o-rub that conjures up
My mother’s memory and her gentle
Fingers smoothing the chilly potion
Over my sickly chest, spreading love.
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Day 6 of PAD
Words
It’s not your words, filtered through your teeth,
tumbled by your tongue, that reach into my soul,
that quiver my heart, that spin my world. It’s
the rise and fall of your breath, the gentle tone
of love, the tenderness of silence, that reach across
this space between us and bring me strength.
—
I used the poem Kirum, by Eva Gerlach as my inspiration.
Flies in Disguise
They dress up like a bee
hovering, zooming
around each tiny flower of
the Lamb’s Ear in my garden.
They seem fierce in their quest
to chase others away.
Some would back away, keep
their distance, but I know
they are just wee flies
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Zoom on over to d’Verse Poets Pub for some quadrille poems, if you dare
Day 3 of April PAD has us writing a connection poem
An Ambiguous Connection
I think there must be a connection
between the Sun and the Moon.
Some hidden connection that pulls
the Sun up and the Moon down.
A thin line of spinning stars
pushing and pulling through
Sunrise to Moonrise.
An invisible line of galactic glory
keeping the Sun and Moon apart.
But every now and then, the stars
drift away, maybe to party,
and the Sun and the Moon
both shine down on me.
Day 3 of Na/GloWriMo
Rewrite a well know short poem using opposites
I chose The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
—
The Red Wheelbarrow
Launch Audio in a New Window
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
—-
Here’s my very short attempt –
A Blue Box
we do not depend
on the blue box
left baking in the sun
far from the black cat
Shifting Vision
When he retires
he’ll shed his button down shirt,
shrug off his buttoned up life.
Stop chasing goals and start
chasing dreams, shift his vision.
He’ll rock out to his own tunes,
write the future in a song,
hug the life he always imagined.
Mish has us shifting around in the Pub today.
Sunset
It will be dark soon. The winter Sun,
stretching its weaken rays toward Earth,
will fall once again into the sea.
She sits where the ocean meets the land,
her toes touching the wet sand,
silently waiting for the last gasp of the Sun.
Proud Secrets
The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds
Black secrets hurried into my dream,
They only saw our souls so proud,
Twirled in the wave of an open hand.
Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE
I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.
Soul Sounds
My soul thrilled to the music of birds
and buzzing bees that lived in the
backyard garden, but this landlocked
soul did not know true music until it
felt the rhythm of ocean moving in the
darkness and heard waves crashing on the beach
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