MAGPIE/ Prompt #90

                                                        Photo/ Tess Kincaid

FOR THIS WEEK'S Magpie Tales, Tess has presented us with this image...


THIS PLACE

I sleep a lot
in this limbo,
rise in ectoplasmic splendor,
at this place
of crowded gravestones.

I restrain myself
from frightening
a grieving mourner,
who weeps over
newly turned soil.

But mischief pulls me
to drape myself as smoke
across a granite memorial,
to form a cloudy
question mark.

With memory and yearning gone,
other wraiths, by habit,
rise with the moon,
to float on winter's air.

I stir, as if from a dream,
to wonder
what I'm doing here.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #82

                                                Andrew Wyeth/ The Revenant

Thank you,Tess, for Magpie/ Prompt #82 , the Revenant of 9/11 is forever with us.



WAITING

A room
not yet found by the living,
explodes.
Is that you, essence of my love? 

What are years to the vanished?
I know what they are to the waiting.

Where are you?
Gather yourself in my memory,
open a door,
pull me in,
so we can relive existence
before the azure sky shattered.

Return with your lost face.
Are you looking for me?

Your dust still tells stories
on a shelf
where books and angels
cleave to each other.

Not all of you, today,
revenant.
Let your hand return
for a touch,
let your face brush mine
with a kiss.


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Where?...

                                            Domenico Fetti  1589-1623


WHERE?

Where am I in your mind,
a scab that hasn't dried up yet?
Are you still brushing that flake away
or is it only my fancy,
my ego, that you even remember?

Am I a faded scar
whose depth you can't see anymore,
a washed-out clue to nowhere,
a name on the tip of your tongue,
similar to someone you knew,
but not a memory you would bank?

Where are you in my mind?
You are the promise
before the wound,
the hand that clasped
before letting go,
the step you took
ahead of the fall,
a selective remembrance
only I seem to have.


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MAGPIE/ Prompt #33

                                          photo/willow/magpie tales


HOW KARMA WORKS

At the beginning of being born,
my Karma is fitted to me
like an ID bracelet.

As I slip out of the womb,
memory drifts away
like a poof of Chanel #5.

Recollections disappear.

Ah, but I know my scent.


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Lemonade !

THE TERRIFIC LEMONADE AWARD

WAS GIVEN TO ME BY THE MOST

GENEROUS NATALIE, Musings from

the deep.

X

THE LEMONADE AWARD

FOR FRIENDSHIP, FOR

GOODNESS SAKES!!

Now those of you who may have

looked in on my little

Blog yesterday would have

seen a post labeled "Friends".

This was posted before I had any

idea about the award, and when

I did become aware,I still didn't know

what it was for. I've done this sort

of jumping the gun,

Twilight Zone act before.

x

Coincidence, you may say. I just don't

believe it. I sort of fall into line with

a point of view that's

a tad more spiritual:

x

A coincidence is a small miracle

in which God chooses to

remain anonymous.

xxx Anonymous

x

Friendship:

A friend knows the song in my

heart and sings it to me

when my memory fails.

xxxxxxxxxxxDonna Roberts

x

Well, going back to yesterday's

post, c'mon down! We can all

squeeze together under

those umbrellas!!

x

What seems very real right now

is to trust my intuition.

x

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK Y.......