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Inspiration today from the Sunday Poetry Challenge from One Stop Poetry. The photo prompt is courtesy of Adam Romanowicz whose fine art photography may be found at 3scape.com/
The palm leaf without words sings gratitude After rain With words and images gratitude
After rain
sings me
drumstick plays relentless upon the space between my eyebrows right above my nose, I feel the triple wetness threaten to drip
bankrupt tears
spilling unwillingly
why does this transparent portrait
of collaborative love cause this
uncodified ache coursing through
my center from brow to belly to
the cracks in my heels
blood barren, dry, emptied
dust covered all remain
unspoken for language will not
can not know how to form around
this mammoth pilgrimage of
oppressive heat bars me from
dust covered box somewhere
out there in the great unknown
does it...
does it or
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This image - writing prompt from Willow at Magpie Tales kicked me in the gut. While you might think that is a dramatic, horrid thing, I find it an invigorating way to start a writing session. I got even angrier when one of the first poems I read by someone also using it as a prompt sounded vaguely disrespectful. Ah, joy in disdain... and out popped this poem.
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I wonder if
you would have
found the red numbers
scrawled across
your forehead
indecent
not to mention
the lowly price
the 2011 world
is placing
upon your
brow
Your eyes
speak to me
of pricelessness
not bargain basement
leftovers, with
Harry mumbling,
"Shirley, try to
get a buck 99 for it."
I pause, midpoem
angry that anyone
would call you an it.
I pause, midpoem
and pray no one tries
to sell me for a pittance
I pause, midpoem
to make sense of
the metaphors
yearning to be poured
from my fingers
I choose
to stop
my guides,
indignance
indecence
silence the
keyboard
+++
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Today's Poem was born via photo prompt from the Sunday Challenge from One Stop Poetry. I love this photo (copyright and courtesy of Chris Galford). I didn't feel like it needed a lot of words so I chose with care and intention. Looking forward to reading the other contributions!
Hissing blue adrenaline on concrete Ideas spread their word, their view their being-ness takes form freedom bandits call it cement thievery Bright flames sing, give voice to the speechless Hissing gold adrenaline on concrete
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This Week's Words from our friends at ThreeWordWednesday.com:
Alter; verb: Change or cause to change in character or composition, typically in a comparatively small but significant way.
Fond; adjective: having an affection or liking for; affectionate, loving.
Tranquil; adjective: Free from disturbance; calm
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His eyes held hazel fondness
for the bright blue ribbon she tied in her summer wheat hair a calm within the battered ram of urban sorcery, her throwback circle skirts swisshing around her calves a tranquil melody he would never alter, never oppose never retreat from the way the winds parted and turned red, like the sea, when she sliced
through the room
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I am blessed to be a part of a long-standing writing group. We are a group of women from across the UK and the US and this morning, I lead the writing (we share the task) and this poem came from our first writing prompt. The images are from my Flickr account and sort of random... but both popped up when I tossed the words "word-love" into the image kiln.
Word-love, show myself to me
Prompt:
I feel
you watching me in
my lengthening spine
I feel the hands of my
sisters, pressed there
hand love prints
as our words form love
for each of ourselves
the playful
the mad
the yearning
the lonely
the ingenue
the crone
the confused
the hurt
the scared
the scarred
the shivering
love for each
story
for each
confession
for each hint
of laughter, each
wink, each tear, splinter
fracture, tug and
each glittering
gem sisters word love
thank you for showing
yourselves to
me
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(Please note the tongue in cheek nature of this poetic offering. It feels quite first drafty and I giggled my way through it and *double warning* it may offend some or many.)
So tell me, you ~
how unextraordinary
it is to step into
the repellent stench
of unsalvaged heart
work
try to break it to me
anything but gently
as the worn out cliches
bumble their ways out
of dueling banjo style
poetic whining
about how her life experiences
and his life experiences and
whoever the fuck is up next
in this self indulgent word orgy
is ten times worse, at least,
than yours
What will it be next?
The lack of sexual climax - ever?
The curly hair you wear as a
result of your Semetic forebears
smashed into a cattle car smiling?
alcoholism mooshed into a
swallowed gold fish metaphor
I hear you, poetic friends
and I love you for your words
but I ask you how does this
compare
With the rage I feel when I
shout from deep in my gut
at Fabian, to put down his
flashy smart phone and
never and I mean never ever
again have the audacity
to strip me from my rightful
position as Mayor of Dagnys
Who does he think he is,
stealing my rightful place on
the throne of Zambien Zing
and Vanilla latte's or oh,
those tasty chocolate scones
and toasted just right sesame bagels
I worked long and hard for this
job and if you don't dismantle
your foursquare connection things
will get ugly. I may have taken the
mayor reins of a random BART Station
in Oakland and Cupcake Corner and
the Coalinga Cows but it
makes my stagnant welt of
cancerous boils fester with
poisonous wrath to know that
you, Fabian, besides being blessed
by your unthinking parents at birth
with a completely wretched name
you had to log on and tear away
my favorite claim to anything
worthwhile and meaningful
you have done me wrong
and I will not
can not
shall not
bear witness never
will
forgive
you
this
Fabian
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April is National Poetry Month and I found myself too riddled by all my travel to actually write a poem-a-day. Instead, I am using June to wax poetic and will do so here, on my poetry blog.
Ironic, because the first two days of June were spent traveling and while I did write poetry, I have yet to post those words. Will do very soon.
I am still catching up energetically with waking up in Bakersfield again.
can this cool breeze
be marked "Early June"? Its fingerprints say "Early April" and my perpetual mistrust coats it with the varnish of Summer sweat, right around the calendar's corner writing my way into the long, slim fingers of dawn's cool breeze reminds me for this moment, right in this here and now
my feelings
remain nameless
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