Lungwamen (Lenape: "To Dream")
I watched the crowded fog creep
down the Blue Mountains
in a billowing rush
of silence.
As I stood scanning the oncoming oblivion,
a cross-eyed crow stared at me
from both sides of the veil.
Cawing, he climbed into the mist--
his black wings dissolving
into white nothingness.
As I waited,
walking trails wound back
to a time without train tracks,
without hollowed out houses
and miles of broken asphalt--
where derelict steel stacks
were something as yet to be imagined.
A mountain hawk pierced
the unseen stillness with its cry
and turned my attention
to the gushing Lehigh. Here,
I could sense an ancient wolf
padding along side the sacred spirit
surveying a modern world
arrogantly disconnected
yet ignorantly dependent.
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Random Wisdom: Attitude Quote
“Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.” ~ Winston Churchill
No-Prompt Thursday: May 23, 2013
Merops apiaster
The West African beauty
flits and struts in pretty plumage--
always watchful,
intently listening,
waiting for the worker bee
to foolishly fly in front of her--
freeing her from the drudgery
of having to hunt for herself.
The West African beauty
flits and struts in pretty plumage--
always watchful,
intently listening,
waiting for the worker bee
to foolishly fly in front of her--
freeing her from the drudgery
of having to hunt for herself.
Prompt Tuesday: May 21, 2013
Diminished
She came in answer
to his call only
to ultimately
find herself lacking.
Molting inadequacies,
she shed angelic feathers
with each woeful tear.
See the prompt image at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
Random Wisdom: Adjusting Quote
Life at any time can become difficult: life at any time can become easy. It all depends upon how one adjusts oneself to life. ~ Morarji Desai
A Question of Filth
How do you get to spotless
when you don't start out that way?
How do you scrub for hours
or days
or weeks
or years
to remove the dirt,
the grime,
the scrapes and smears that others
leave behind
for someone else to wallow in?
when you don't start out that way?
How do you scrub for hours
or days
or weeks
or years
to remove the dirt,
the grime,
the scrapes and smears that others
leave behind
for someone else to wallow in?
No-Prompt Thursday: May 16, 2013
An Invitation to Walk
Stepping off the cobblestone
to follow a moth flown path
of loose circles turning a tighter spiral toward
a flickering flame of bitter self pity,
her mood is eclipsed by a brighter light
coaxing it gently
to stop the spin
and fly for fresher air.
Stepping off the cobblestone
to follow a moth flown path
of loose circles turning a tighter spiral toward
a flickering flame of bitter self pity,
her mood is eclipsed by a brighter light
coaxing it gently
to stop the spin
and fly for fresher air.
Prompt Tuesday: May 14, 2013
Wretched Vacancy
Silence unbroken
by dust motes floating
in a single shaft of filtered blue
beaming through a ragged rip
in the old drawn drapery.
Knees pulled to chin,
bare toes gray with grime
save neon pink polish,
chipped and flaking, paired
with purple fingertips and
bright brown eyes burning
holes across the ceiling.
No one is here
as a floorboard creaks overhead.
See the prompt image at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
Silence unbroken
by dust motes floating
in a single shaft of filtered blue
beaming through a ragged rip
in the old drawn drapery.
Knees pulled to chin,
bare toes gray with grime
save neon pink polish,
chipped and flaking, paired
with purple fingertips and
bright brown eyes burning
holes across the ceiling.
No one is here
as a floorboard creaks overhead.
See the prompt image at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
Poets of G+ Prompt of the Week: 5/12/13
A Moment to Breathe
Gone before he wakes each morning,
she enters softly with the twilight
to come and tuck him in.
Evidence of how hard she pushes
to pay the bills,
to feed them all,
to keep a roof firmly overhead
shows in deep lines on her face
and calluses on both her hands.
Still, her eyes shine
as she gazes upon her little boy
so sweet as he sleeps,
recognizing he’s the reason
she breathes between sunsets.
The prompt: write a poem that contains the phrase "breathes between sunsets".
No-Prompt Thursday: May 9, 2013
Sound Check
In the excitement of
the early morning hour,
a bloated silence seems
about to burst--
its thin membrane drawn
tight across the brim.
Waiting for the perfect prompt,
the pencil perches
on the page and with
the slightest inspired breath,
the instrument
begins its serenade.
Inspired by No-Prompt Thursday at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
In the excitement of
the early morning hour,
a bloated silence seems
about to burst--
its thin membrane drawn
tight across the brim.
Waiting for the perfect prompt,
the pencil perches
on the page and with
the slightest inspired breath,
the instrument
begins its serenade.
Inspired by No-Prompt Thursday at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
Prompt Tuesday: May 7, 2013
Le troisième cavalier
The black horse trudges every track,
a cloud of dust raised
from each plodding hoof
on would-be well tended land.
Its rider, with weighing scales clanking,
whispers darkness on the wind--
encouraging the corporate farmers
to let growing fields lay fallow
and alter grain for yield
regardless of nutrition.
His skinless grin
and empty sockets survey
the line of women walking,
suffering harassment,
forever risking rape,
to collect contaminated
water for their families.
A human right means nothing
to a servant of apocalyptic greed.
See the prompt image at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
The black horse trudges every track,
a cloud of dust raised
from each plodding hoof
on would-be well tended land.
Its rider, with weighing scales clanking,
whispers darkness on the wind--
encouraging the corporate farmers
to let growing fields lay fallow
and alter grain for yield
regardless of nutrition.
His skinless grin
and empty sockets survey
the line of women walking,
suffering harassment,
forever risking rape,
to collect contaminated
water for their families.
A human right means nothing
to a servant of apocalyptic greed.
See the prompt image at: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/
Random Wisdom: Peace Quote
When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace. ~Jimi Hendrix
Found at brainyquote.com.
Found at brainyquote.com.
Prompt Tuesday: April 30, 2013
A Visit with Norma Desmond
She told me
her cat was Gloria Swanson
returned from the dead
and ready for her close-up.
I told her
she needed to move farther away
from Sunset Boulevard
and to cut back on the microwave popcorn.
She persisted
and placed the black and white beauty
on my lap
where it perched
with hooded eyes
and a haughty flick of its whiskers.
As the feisty feline climbed up closer,
apparently to sniff my nose,
the thought occurred that psychosis
could very well be contagious
as the kitty began to purr,
"DeMille... DeMille... DeMille..."
Prompt Tuesday?
Bekkie Sanchez invited me to the Google+ Community called "Show Offs" where she posts a writing prompt on Tuesdays and gives those who wish to participate a week to enter. Bekkie also posts the "Prompt Tuesday" entries on her Show Offs Community Blog. If you have a moment, please check out the community and the blog. The community is about a whole lot more than writing.
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