Sunday, June 30, 2013
MAGPIE...Prompt #175
IMAGE by Musin Yohan
THANK YOU, Tess, at Magpie Tales...
LEAVING
I'm still toiling,
my foot rooted mulishly in life,
each moment a crawl,
earth a strict master.
A stage in the round
mirrors my starts and stops.
Can that be a city of light
shimmering up ahead?
Within my heart,
a table is set
with salt and sugar in silver.
A bowl full up
with my time appears.
My mother stirs the healing broth.
A wafer of my soul
drops into cupping hands,
my last breath becomes dew.
Let God drink of me.
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
MAGPIE...Prompt #174
THANK YOU, Tess at Magpie Tales...
GOT A MATCH?
Breathe deeply, baby,
prove that you're a real big man.
And it's good for you
too.
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Sunday, June 16, 2013
MAGPIE...Prompt #173
THE PROMENADE, 1918, by Marc Chagall
THANK YOU, Tess..for Magpie Tales...
THAT WORD
Licking my lips,
I swallow the taste
of last night's kiss.
You said that word,
the one with the heart
of a mayfly.
Giving up gravity,
believing that I too
have wings, I flew.
Your choreography
thrust me skyward,
enough to tease the wind.
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Monday, June 10, 2013
MAGPIE...Prompt #172
Charleston Farmhouse Door
THANK YOU, Tess...at Magpie Tales....
WHO'S THERE?
Are you the lover
who's bluster
whispered
a plea
at my door,
tapped a code
at the transom?
The wind says,
let me in.
Fingers twitch
at the latch.
Rust flakes
into tiny daggers.
Your hands,
cup a caress
in search of the heat
of Hades.
Hephaestus says,
let me in.
You whistle
a melody
that flows
beneath the door.
Once again
you chant a promise.
Let me in.
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
MAGPIE...Prompt #171
WAKING, WALKING, SINGING, IN THE NEXT DIMENSION?
1979/ Morris Graves
THANK YOU, Tess, at Magpie Tales....
PANIC ATTACK
A wounded crow rushes
through the entry to my veins.
I'm waiting for the scream,
but my mouth won't do as it's told.
Damage flies swiftly on bright wings,
a blot of crimson forms a Rorschach.
I swear it looks like a velvet Jesus.
I feel the delirium soaring,
spreading to the field of stars.
Hovering bird clutches,
knows the way of return,
hushes the throb,
lets a zephyr blow through me.
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