KERRY'S WEDNESDAY CHALLENGE/ Prose Poetry

                                 
                                                  Falling Woman/ Picasso

WHAT A LUCKY MORNING, to have found Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.  This is Kerry's Wednesday Challenge/ Prose Poetry.   Looking forward to jumping in!!  Will try to link up later...fingers crossed!!

LET THE GROUND TREMBLE

          Take your hands away, don't grasp me, grasp my meaning, not my flesh.
          Was warm beneath the covers till you pushed the tale away.  You scuttled through a slit in time, squaring the black hole, bouncing and giggling, with echoes that run back to my heart.

          I become visible, again I see a lush garden.  Not again, not again.  The ground trembles with your rushing strides.  To me?  Away?

          Again attracted by the way I weave, you are always the tear.  I'm the thread.


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MONDAY'S CHILD #38

                                                     Illustration/ Fernando Falcone

The Tea Party.  Alice in Wonderland.  Wish I was there.  Leave it to Monday's Child #38 ,which asks us to write a piece for children.  Which character would I be ?  Who do I relate to the most?  Let's see....


A GIRL NAMED ALICE

I am the other Alice,
not the famous one in Wonderland.
But just a girl
who, day after day,
keeps falling down a rabbit hole.

You'd think I'd be
a bit more careful by now,
but the hole keeps moving around
in a most magical sort of way.

So there I go
tumbling
down
again.

And when I see
a shiny pocket watch
in a White Rabbit's grasp,
I know it's time to reach for the key,

open the door
to the garden once more,

through which I'll fit
when I take a sip of "Drink Me",
in my very own Wonderland.


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Merry...merry...

TABLEAU

I like that I have to bend down
on my knees
to see Christmas
in a ten inch tableau.

In my white garden
beside the frozen pond,
a soundless manger
is filled with straw,
and curious figures huddle
in from the snow.

Eyes stay fixed
upon a radiant babe,
passing a secret to his mother.

A wishing star
spins across the sky,
leading kings
to slip past their kingdoms,

because a rumor told them
to come sing
a song
whose words
come from within.

Wishing the best to all my friends...Merry Christmas...Happy Holidays...May your days be blessed!


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Springtime!

WELCOME TO SPRING!
WELCOME TO ARIES!
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Here's one Aries baby, March 22,
jumping to the conclusion that
Jack Frost is history once more!!
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Falling in winter's demise,
three inches of snow can't halt
the impertinence of daffodils
pushing to stand on earth
made virgin again.
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Renaissance in the garden
is a holiday for Aries.
A promise carried on the air,
a trace of green to sniff as hope,
to live anew no matter what the year collected.
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Aries discards history with a snap so sharp
that the past is not only over and done,
but resting in winter's crypt.
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At the vernal turn,
trust without end,
a blade of grass,
a childlike laugh,
once more to cross
the threshold into spring.
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from TWO GHOSTS/ poems