May 16, 2013 Sunday Whirl 113

 

 

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Prompt: moonshine, anything, scoop, cave, shatters, wake,

giggle, cut, load, sense, splits, crazy, chattering

HOME AGAIN
If you had been there
You would say
The chattering was crazy
Probably wake the dead

We spoke of all things
Anything
We laughed and giggled
It was like being
Struck by moonshine
(Or so I’ve heard)

Your magical garden
Like a cave sheltering
Against the heavy load
The cares of the world

Sense of time
Is split
Shatters and is broken
Only that
Moment remembered
Cut as though
A special piece of pie
Scooped and eaten

I look into your pale
Blue eyes
We are home again

June 1, 2013 Sunday Whirl #111 Deep in the Bones/Prompt: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com

Sunday Whirl  #111

vault, halls, swirl, crave, throat, wind, limbs, nimble, prairie, rapture, train, each

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Deep in the Bones
You have raided the vault
For the personal/universal
A plethora of images
Memory swirls with time
Deck the halls

Breath caught in throat
Wind knocked from lungs
Limbs useless
Like an insect
Trapped in your web
Skillfully woven

A magician
A wizard
A seer
Nimble in your ability
To explore past and present
Piece together
What is visible
Then imperceptible
Autobiographical/pandemic

Perhaps a surgeon
Who opens the viewer
And draws out from the bone
What is not known
Or consciously remembered

Ride the train
Across open prairie
Each image fading
As it appears

The viewer
Craves to know
What is behind each image
Why was it chosen
What is this about

Is in rapture
As he fills in the blanks
Tells his story
Minds his own memory
The story of man
Hidden deep in the bones

Note: Yesterday after a long day in the studio. The sun still shining, the wind howling like a banshie, I found in the mailbox, and catalogue from Glen Skien, about his show Mytho-poetic. His work is stunning. And I want you to know about him.  A rare and authentic artist! He has a blog:http://silentparrotpress.blogspot.com/2013/05/mytho-poetic-catalogue.html You can google Glen Skien for images.

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http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com

The Yellow Flowerpot

I lie on my back

Curled into the bottom

Of the yellow flower pot

How long have I been lying here

I cannot say

As my brain quit

The minute I died

And left the scene

My body dried

I lie upside down in

A yellow flower pot

When living

I lead a secret life

Stealth was my trade

So good at my job

No one noticed

When I dropped

Into the pot

And died

Without a sound

Lying on my back

Curled in the bottom

Of the yellow flower pot

May 11, 2013 Sunday Wordle #108 and Real Toads

Prompt: mouth, vow, drone, space, chants, sun,

binding, crook, circling, broken, cave, fist

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(Image from the internet)

First Woman

In the speed of light

Words spill from her mouth

Chants form and

Are heard as she drones

Circling around her

Caught in the crooks of trees

Where they hang

Limp and lifeless

Old time broken

Emerge from the cave

Vows uttered below her breath

The rising sun illuminates

Bindings drawn tight

Hands clenched into fists

Defiant

She claims full rights

As a human

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Prompt: At Real Toads__ Violet.  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2013/05/sunday-mini-challenge-violet.html

Violet

Today the 12th of May

I have chosen blue

Pure blue

Ultramarine blue

 

With small additions of purple

I shall see

The blue turn to blue violet

To violet

Mystery in its’ color

A tale of morning sky

Mountains

And sorrow

 

Cowboys ride below

Sailors sail upon

Singing shanty songs

Little girls with ribbons

In their hair

Flying behnd

Aviators fly above

Violet all around

 

Picking blackberries

With my Grandmother

Violet stains on my dress

And finger tips

Dripping from my lips

Tempting snakes

Memories abound

 

 

 

 

April 27, 2013 Sunday Whirl

Prompt: either, harrowing, marrow, grubs, thin, oath,
saw, guess, rare, march, borrow, transparent
IMG_1226Daybreak

My oath thin upon the wind
Like coyote’s howl
Just outside my window

I feel the sound harrowing
To the marrow of my bone
I can borrow no more time
Snug in my bed

I long to find the grubs
In the garden of my work
Spent in the court of
Memory

A rare and precious moment
All is transparent
The march to completion
Continues

Either I work now
Translate observation
Touch it with imagination
Or I guess…

Like the Coyote who sleeps late
This day will be lost forever

 

Note:  I have been reading May Sarton, Journal at Seventy.  During an interview, she was asked, “How is seventy different from sixty-five?   I don’t see much difference, except that time accelerates.  The days go past with frightful rapidity, and so do the years.  It is plain that I am not ready for old age!  But then time does not stand still in old age I fear.  On the contrary, from all reports it simply flies away, and that is what I am beginning to notice.”

April 24, 2013 Writer’s Digest NAPOWRITEMO PAD Challenge

I’ve been away…found it hard to follow the prompts…

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“Had we but world enough, and time…” Andrew Marvell(first line of the Coy Mistress)

Time
Upon investigation
Of my purse
“Time” I have not much
A pie chart would reveal
The most must go to business
And necessity
The last little bit
That flies around you and me
Is leisure time
Carefully spent
Not nearly enough
To pay the rent
But grateful am I
For time together
We discuss small things
Of the soul
And of the weather