GOING.../ Short Story Slam 3

                                      Photo/ Melissa R. Bickel/ Short Story Slam #3


GOING...

They think I won't leave.  That the weather will keep me from leaving.  That I have fear.  That they will prevail.

I'm standing at the window, and not a drop of rain has fallen yet.  The sky has the message.  I will encompass you.  The heavens always have a message.  Sometimes to comfort.  Today, no ray of hope.

A bolt from the mouth of creation says, I will put on a show of force that you haven't yet dreamed of.  Well, I come from a place where a lack of sunlight enters with the day, and dusk is just the time to stoke the coals.

I'll have some soup before I leave, the pot sitting daily at the back of the stove.  I'll add something that was hanging in the cold-room, after I take a bowl, so that they will not suspect a departure.

I'm going.  Not with shoes.  Not with skins for warmth.  When I cut the cord I will go into the world like a babe.  Let them just try to follow.  Let them just try to stop me.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #57

                                            photo/ tess kincaid/ magpie tales

A bouquet of color for inspiration, and thanks to Tess for the challenge!


PURPLE

Deep purple stains the night,
seeps into my fingers
as I bathe in the surf of midnight.

Hang the shroud,
let color drain,
smooth the folds
when the time comes.

Clad in lavender,
dressed to disappear.

Then a blade
of grass,
a shoot,
morning's radiance
clutches a faint green sprout
that could be rooted in hope.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt # 37

                                                 photo/ willow/magpie tales


TESS KINCAID

Has anybody seen little Tess Kincaid,
just a moment ago
napping in down?

Floating on a feather,
awake or asleep,
dreaming with a cadence
to start her jig.

Did she arise yet
from her cradle of exploration?

She nimbly floated
through the branches
of a willow tree,
which beckoned her to notice
what lies beyond,

arranged its leaves
in a flirtatious halo,
placed a crown of hope
around her virtuous brow.

Running down a fork in the road,
she carries a gold frame
hoping to someday fill it

as a movie star
on the cover of Modern Screen,

a cherub floating through autumn heaven,
or a hostess with the mostess
at Sleeping Beauty's ball,

always falling in love
with Edward Scissorhands,
stirring his cup of tea.

Here comes the Pied Piper,
enticing poets far and near,
children of all ages,
following her refrain.

Come out, come out
wherever you are!
You may hide,
we will seek.
Where is little Tess Kincaid?


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Glad to be a follower of all the magpie prompts...makes me think..thanks Willow!!

Fire/ Aries...

ARIES

Coated by winter's demise,
three inches of snow
can't halt the impertinence of daffodils
pushing to stand on earth
made virgin again.

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.

Aries discards history
with a snap so sharp
that the past is not only over and done,
but resting in winter's crypt.

At the vernal turn,
trust without end,
a blade of grass,
a childlike laugh,

once more to cross
the threshold into spring.


Inspired to join Jingle Poetry, Monday Poetry Potluck, with this week's theme...Fire, Water, Earth, Air...I chose Fire..pretty easy for an Aries.  This poem was originally published in my book of poetry, Two Ghosts, seemed to be just what I was looking for.  Hope you enjoy this and the many other poems that have been presented because of Jingle's blog.  Well done, one and all!

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Poem In Your Pocket Day !

FOR SIX YEARS, New York City
has proclaimed April 30 as
" Poem In Your Pocket Day".
Last year the American Academy of Poets
picked up on this, and now, for the
second year in a row, in honor of
National Poetry Month, continues
this celebration.
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The idea is to choose a poem you really
like, write it down, print it, then perhaps
tuck it into your pocket, or maybe just
clutch it. And share it with friends and
family..yes, stop them in their tracks and
recite a poem! Change the world! If that
idea can make it here, it can make it
anywhere.
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What to choose? Aha! I know, I'll slip
one of my own past them...
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xxxxxxxxxxBUDDHA'S WAY
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I said to my soul be still,
and wait without hope.
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Be as the seed that knows
the path of its being,
never wishing to be
more than a rose.
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Wake up my soul, I said,
sleep no more in fruitless thoughts.
I happily refuse
the candy of hope
to sweeten my course.
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The light itself will burnish me.
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from TWO GHOSTS/ poems