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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.
A Scintilla of Hope
It survived like a susurrus
in the Autumn garden
A small spark, brightly shining
through the increasing feuillemort
and shortened days
An aliferous creature that was
about to begin a perilous journey
to ensure to continuation of its species
I watched, humbled by the courage
of this belle ame as it flew away,
needing nothing more from me but a prayer
–
* It’s migration season for the Monarch butterflies, which have recently been put on the endangered species list. Plant some milkweed.
Mish, I hope I used these lovely words correctly. Thanks for this ‘wordiferous’ prompt
My Life as a Word Junkie
I search them out, put them
on lists, hoard them for myself
I secret them away on scraps of
paper and keep them in rows in
the depths of old journals.
I snatch them from the pages
of books and catch them as they
tumble from the mouths of friends
and strangers. I hum them to myself
even when there is no music. I seek
their meanings in a tattered dictionary
and find their relatives between the covers
of a thesaurus. They comfort me
in the middle of the night and sooth
me during storms. Each one is unique,
perfect as it is, and sometimes I string
them together into poems.
Weekend Mini-Challenge: Art with Me
We’re writing about words in the Garden this weekend
~
Power of Words
These words can be super heroes
Throwing you a lifeline
When you are drowning
Talking you down off that ledge
Picking you up when you’re
Too tired to go on –
Or maybe villains
Laughing at your sorrow
Tripping you in the dark
Stalking you when you try to run
They can be a warm companion on a cold day
Curled up beside you
Snuggled under an afghan
Sharing a cup of tea –
Or maybe your worst nightmare
Chasing you through your dreams
Until you scream out loud
These words can bring healing
Like a hug from a friend or
A day in the sunshine
These words have powers
Handle with care
d’verse Poets Pub – Poetics : The River
Paul Dear is the guest bartender at the Pub tonight and he’s got things flowing with the prompt ‘The River’
Silence
I wrote a river of words
In rhyme, free verse, sonnet
Then I built a little boat
And sailed from one end
Of your heart to the other
Avoiding rapids of heartbeats
And ripples of emotions
Listening for the echo of love
And hear only silence
d’Verse Poets Pub – Verbify Me
Lillian has challenged us to create a new verb.
Smoothed Out
I’ve been mayonnaised
the bits and pieces of me
swirled and blended
homogenized
until I’m smoothed out
spread flat, sandwiched
between words that comfort
and words that cut
D’Verse Meeting the Bar – Bob Dylan
Bellwether
He spelled out the conflict
Of our youth
Like the letters on a Ouija board
He held the planchette
Pointing to the emotions
Of the Beat Generation,
The discord of the
Flower Children
Strumming the background
Music that accompanied
The distortions of the decades
Words that have kept the kid
In me alive
We’re finding Bits of Inspiration from Amber Rose Tamblyn in the Garden today
~
your battery acid words fly through
the air burning everyone they touch
like sparks from a forest fire
they land on my unprotected heart
leaving singed holes where
my feelings used to be
I build up walls of insulating
smiles to protect the fragile
core of my soul and wait
until you have burned
yourself to ashes
then I stitch bright patches
of summer sun and bluest sky
to heal the scorched places
and I move on
photo by Mish atmishunderstood
speak words of peace
among the swirling
darkness of deceit
and fear
listen for the humble
echo
of
hope
I’m just gonna
plop some words
on a page and hope
that they will arrange
themselves into a poem
or a novel or at least
some sage advice
that they might dance
romance, entrance
and unsuspecting reader
that they survive,
arrive in time to patch
a broken heart,or two
produce, seduce, let
loose a laugh or even
a guffaw, a cackle
or a silly snort
I’ll set them free
no guarantee or
warranty attached
–
Poetic Asides PAD 29 – “haphazard”
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