Sunday, July 31, 2011

TILL THE END/ Poetry Potluck #46

"LOVE...and it's not being there"...The topic for this week's POETRY POTLUCK #46. 


I remember when silk was creamy white,
pulled in at my waist
and a train followed me down the aisle.

I stepped on petals crimson and pink,
my posies fluttered
with nerves of their own,
leaves shaking,

a forecast of a roving storm,
as I walked within a promise
before I swore to love till the end.

The end slid into view
around the corner,
sun dropping below the horizon,
voices shrill, exploding within walls.
Put a lid on!

I slipped down the steps
of my dream house,
out the door,
past honor and obey.

Locked it up,
tossed the key over my shoulder
like a bridal bouquet.
Catch it if you will.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #75

                                                       photo/ tess kincaid

THANKS TO TESS, for Magpie Tales #75, intriguing as always...


Passing lines of wheels,
the cycler wants nothing more
than the moon
that eclipses the world.

To win, then seduce some beauty
in the faun's afternoon.

Flying past epic landscapes,
companions in full array,
he rides over valley and copse,
to the wind up.

A vaporous procession on horseback
turns to look at whirling dust.
A phantom brandishes a sword.
Time slides.

Sweet rococo nymph
blows kisses
at the finish line.

An enchantress from a Fragonard,
she grasps a distant star
to crown the conquerer's fate.

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

LIFE AGAIN/ Poetry Potluck #45

THE THEME this week at Poetry Potluck #45 is NATURE and LIFE.  Here's a Haiku and a Pantoum.


A slice of life please.
Pile everything atop it,
I'll take it to go...


I catch a sliver of light
as birth receives me.
It looks just as bright
as the light of Nirvana.

As birth receives me,
shapes and forms wave me on,
as the light of Nirvana
seems the same as life.

Shapes and forms wave me on.
I'm hoping to enter paradise,
seems the same as life.
Maybe I'm wide of the mark.

I'm hoping to enter paradise,
it looks just as bright.
Maybe I'm wide of the mark.
I catch a sliver of light.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #74

photo/ tess kincaid

THANKS TESS, for Magpie Tales #74, I sort of like this enigmatic guy!  Haiku forever!!


Hi, my name is Tim,
I'll be your server tonight.
Cocktails all around?

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

TRACING PICASSO/ Poetry Potluck #44

                                                                      Pablo Picasso

THIS IS ART Poetry Potluck #44, Painting Whispers....

I don't want his psyche to slip away
as I grasp for the quintessence.
I place translucent paper
on top of the Picasso,
fit the edges to meet and cling.

I mean to let his genius
float through the lucid instant,
as artistic salvation
transfuses his brilliance
into my hand.

I trace the dissonant face
with my slender crayon,
eyes in profile like isosceles triangles.

A trick of the light,
round orbs,
a nose thrust aside,
seeming akin to a beached flounder.

A cheerless outcome for a paramour,
unexpectedly looking like a fish.

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Monday, July 11, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #73

People of Chilmark/ Thomas Hart Benton/1920

VERY INSPIRATIONAL, thanks to Tess, for Magpie Tales #73.


In Chilmark, every game is a trick of time.
Moments spill over boundaries
of seconds and hours.

Sometimes we live
in a painting by Benton
of strapping young men,
rivaling for glances
from flirtatious sweet things.

My brother, Fox Mulder,
one day on The X-Files,
mentioned that it was
in Chilmark,
where we were raised,

that on November 27, 1973
I was kidnapped by aliens.

The last thing I heard
as the crowd called out,
was Samantha, Samanth....
as the spaceship was sealed.

I was returned on a summer's eve,
like a Frisbee come back,
between a pond named Menemsha
and the one called Squibnocket,

ten years later when boys were now men,
and girls with tired eyes
cuddled babes in their arms.

The night hung heavy
with years passing slowly,
but for me it was just a minute before.

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Sunday, July 10, 2011

INFINITE POWERS/ Poetry Potluck #43

THIS IS FREE VERSE WEEK, free choice!  For Poetry Potluck #43.


Sometimes I want a particular God,
like the one outlined
on that wrap in Turin,

A tall tale they say,
no matter how many angels
peer in
through a stained glass window,
singing hallelujah.

Some other days
I'm patient enough,
dressed in my saffron robe,
to sit in a pose,
prayer flags
fluttering beside me,

to clear my mind
of earthly woes
and fit alongside Buddha,
where tears are just
an ego trip,
and life is an illusion.

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Monday, July 4, 2011

MAGPIE/ Prompt #72

                                   Wheat Field with Rising Sun/ Vincent Van Gogh/ 1889

THANKS FOR THIS TREAT, Tess, for Magpie Tales #72
And a HAPPY 4th to all!!


Vincent, rise from Eve's sin,
the blistering dawn baptizes you.

Sprint across the field
until your breath spits blood,
lie down with seedlings
in the purple furrows.

The yellow stain is a blazing sun
that tears up skin,
peels and spins your mind.

Black night,
starry night,
surpassing heaven,

a canvas tucked into
the maker's hand,

blessing the folly
of the running man.

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Sunday, July 3, 2011

INSTANT FRIENDSHIP/ Poetry Potluck #42

THE TOPIC FOR THIS WEEK'S Poetry Potluck #42, is Siblings, Cousins and Friends.  The form I chose for my poem, is the PANTOUM, a set of repetition of lines.


A social butterfly alights
high on my cheek
and whispers a message of craving,
enticing as a gift.

High on my cheek
A Monarch seeks to persuade me,
enticing as a gift,
memories that have gone before.

A Monarch seeks to persuade me,
I need a friend indeed.
Memories that have gone before
bring out the lure of closeness.

I need a friend indeed,
he tells me all aflutter.
Bring out the lure of closeness,
now merely shadows and specters.

He tells me all aflutter
and whispers a message of craving.
Now merely shadows and specters,
a social butterfly alights.

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