MAGPIE/ Prompt #97

                                                              Photo/ Bert Stern
  

TODAY WE CAN SALUTE MARILYN.....an invitation from Tess at Magpie Tales. 


BUTTERFLY

Hey Joe, it's what I do,
I turn the infra-red on
across the universe.
Even interstellar dust
can't obscure my game.

Did you want me
to round the bases with you,
when restless hands
keep reaching for
my effervescence of desire?

What book did you have to open
to find me?
I don't live in words,
but in the space
between your eyes and mine,
a cocoon on my way
to metamorphosis.

See me flying by,
a chrysalis,
exuvium crumbling,
A Monarch butterfly.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #75

                                                       photo/ tess kincaid

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


TOUR de FRANCE

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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MAGPIE/ Prompt #69

photo/ tess kincaid/ Magpie Tales

WHAT A SEDUCTIVE SEA SHELL, I fell into its spell immediately..words just appeared!!  Thanks, Tess, for Mag #69!!

 

SIREN SONG

Bobbing on a wave,

sand grits my teeth

as I climb to the apex of the crest

and fall into a moving odyssey.

Carried ashore by Homer's fate,

one cupping hand

will set me at his ear,

listen to my siren song,

and when my message

is cold and spent,

place me gently

on a grain of sand

for time to rub my skin to dust.

 

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Wandering...

THIS week's Poetry Potluck ...Based on Moods, Feelings, Emotions..plenty there to go around...count me in!  How about you?  So much talent...Please check the site to join in!

WALK WITH ME

Dust falls from
The Book of Demons.
Dead flies shift in the silt.

I remove the tome from a shelf,

delve into lists
of devils I have known,

from A to Z.

When darkness rises,

who will come with me?

Lesser angels

or minor demons,

each owning

half of the other?

Walk with me....

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I'd rather...

REDUCED
X
I'd rather not be tucked into a shroud
in the last gleam of the sun.
Boxed. Sealed.
Lowered to eternity.
x
I'd rather let my bones turn into pumice,
more readily be dust unto dust.
Better a cliche'
to send my soul on its way.
x
I'd compel my spirit
to soar as a ghost.
I don't have to be
with the risen just yet.
x
I will hide in walls,
and as you pass
I'll be the peeling paint
x
where sometimes you may see
a water mark that looks like me.
x
Reduced, but present.
x
x
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Petals

XXXXXXXXXXXXBALM
X
X
XXXXXXXXXXXXI will not allow
xxxxxxxxxxxxthe blight of the world
xxxxxxxxxxxxto sit upon my face
xxxxxxxxxxxxor find a place to nestle
xxxxxxxxxxxxin my body.
x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe messengers
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhave strewn the path
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith petals of joy.
x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCan I be so remiss
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxto let them dry
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand blow to dust,
x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxor should I not
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxjust turn them into balm?
x
x
x
from: TWO GHOSTS
poems/ Lyn Rochelle