I spin
round and round
until
I can stand no
longer
sink to the cushy
grass,
close my eyes and
twirl
with the cosmos
Tag: Phoenix Rising
What About the Pumpkins
Does anyone ask the pumpkins
if they want a silly grin or
mouth wide open in some ghoulish
hoooowl
And do they enjoy sitting on
scratchy cement porches
while children run past
in search of the best treats,
candy not apples
What of the candle
burning deep in its inner-most
parts – does the flame
warm it or remind that pumpkin
of friends lost to baking
What about the pumpkins
Who will speak for them
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written for the prompt on Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild
Berry Blue
a brown nutty flour cloud rises from
the green mixing bowl
pale lemon chiffon yellow bananas
blend with bright school bus yellow eggs
all folded one upon the other becoming
bland, tan, until bits of blue (berries) are
gently added – dipped, spooned into pink
and blue fluted paper packages
kissed by brown sugar lips and
tucked into the oven where magic happens
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The Phoenix Rising challenge this week is Tea Time/Tag Lines.
I choose the tag line “gourmets first taste their meals with their eyes”
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High School Cool
She wasn’t a cheer
leader or even a
wanna-be on
the Pep Squad but
she never missed a
game and yelled when
the home team scored
like the cool girls
and wore the blue and
silver school colors
like the cool girls
her hair was long
and straight
like the cool girls
and it was years before
she realized she was
cooler than the cool girls
Bread and Wine
photo from Wikipedia
the faithful come each week
standing in line for a bit of
bread and a taste of wine
there are no ushers or priests
no service or offering
at the old Saint John the Baptist
church only hostesses and waiters
who seat you and take your order
you sip from a cup and
commune with fellow travelers
I think The Baptist
would approve
Inprocessing
Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild
he asks your name
and when you say it
he writes down what he hears
you are forever known by
a name not your own
Hope Survives
A beast roars and
People cowar but do not
Lose themselves
Young, old, rich, poor
United in stripes
Held together by faith
Trusting in unseen forces
Hope hanging on barbed wire
Kitchen Sililoquy
by Johannes Vermeer
A bit of bread
A splash of milk
Secret spices
Mother’s ancient recipe
To fill the children’s
Empty stomachs
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