MAGPIE...Prompt #153

                                                    Charlotte Gainsborg, AnOther


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OLD MUSIC

I'm thinking of my green self,
of slipping into that yellow tee,
jeans sitting low,
dancing with everyone
but mostly alone.

Of tasting a coke
and licking the lemon.

Of spinning out across the floor
at the Sea Turtle Bar,
my glass slippers
kicked into the blink
of a purple strobe,

bare feet tingling as I levitate
to the Velvet Underground,
a downbeat away from The Dead.


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MAGPIE...Prompt #152

 

 

 

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HOLD ON

 

Don't pull away,

we'll be alright

if you hold on.

 

That way

you can press my hand

and even

if you have to touch

your itchy nose,

 

I know how important it is

to scratch an irritation. 

 

 

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MAGPIE...Prompt #151

                                                    Body Sock/ image/ Tess Kincaid


Thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales...


COVER UP

Once and for all
the farce of my attachment
to a notion of beauty
is exposed
as the entrapment
of conceit itself.

What was I thinking
so many years ago
with that
outburst of allure?

An old image,
smile and say cheese,
proves me a fool.

Nothing speaks
the truth of absurdity
like the shape
of my appearance,

my mind's eye now
rolling with derision
at "how could I"?


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MAGPIE...Prompt #150

                                               Image/ Daniel Murtagh       

Thank you, Tess, at Magpie Tales....Just words today, wish I could post that lovely photo...inspired nevertheless!

 Well, as you can see, I was finally able to post the photo...angels must have helped, certainly wasn't Blogger!!



THE DOOR

Strung together,
like cheap pearls,
my moment,
my heart,
soul a grain of sand,
powerless
in the grasp of vanity.

Pride opens the door,
the breach unguarded,
transient details unfold.

Always an inner fee
when I was the wine,
when I was the rose.


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