MAGPIE/ Prompt #91

A MYSTERIOUS PHOTO points me in the direction of a Pantoum...thanks to Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales.


FOLLOW ME
Follow me,
take any chair you wish,
you're the first to arrive.
But why so early?

Take any chair you wish,
I can feel your bated breath,
but why so early?
Your heart's beating a tattoo.

I can feel your bated breath,
a damp anticipation.
Your heart's beating a tattoo.
Stay.

A damp anticipation,
here's what you came for.
Stay.
Crowd's already rushing.

Here's what you came for,
footsteps in the sand,
crowd's already rushing,
darting here and there.

Footsteps in the sand,
you're the first to arrive,
darting here and there.
Follow me.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #81

                                                       Photo/ Tess Kincaid

 

SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO REJOIN Magpie/ Prompt #81  Hope to stay a while...thank you Tess, for the inspiration!

 

FOR WHOM?

To what purpose

are the crushed left to be observed,

for whom is this lesson?

I prefer that all archaic,

useless geometry,

be blown away.

Why stop to examine the broken,

as if we can see the heart

in each stone?

Sooner to dust

rather than later,

a flow of breath can free me

from watching decay

go on.

 

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ORIGAMI...Poetry Potluck #13

I welcome the opportunity to write a poem for Poetry Potluck #13  at Jingle Poetry.  This week we are offered the subject of Dreams, Visions, and Reveries.  Somehow, for me, they all melt into one....


ORIGAMI

I am paper in the dream,
white and flat,
hoping for some fancy calligraphy
to be inscribed
as I hold my breath.

I'm ready for some
ornamental letters
to dance across my face
till I am sated,
by a saintly hand
or Shakespeare.

Instead, origami folds me
into a bird.

A bright spark
points me
towards a hole in the sky,
whispers the message:

Wrap your wings
around your soul.

Ascend.


                  Dedicated to the memory of Sri Daya Mata/ Self-Realization Fellowship.

                                          January 31, 1914- November 30, 2010

                                                               


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Haiti...

HAITI/ QUAKE/ 2010
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Pulled down to earth, beneath the ground
smashed to gravel,
are you walking, are you sinking?
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Does your body draw away
from your dusty breath
to split this minute from forever?
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Yet your skin is flowing red,
you see your life walk the edge,
as a villain seems to press
his hand against your mouth.
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Try going back to live your hope,
calling out,
will I be alive?
Still the crimson flows.
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You are grey without your soul.
Have you faith that you exist
when it seems as if you don't?
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You learn quickly in this place
where a quake has pushed you down
to inhabit an abyss.
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You've little time to decide
if you're dead or yet alive.
And now you'll try
to take a walk
through shattered stone.

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