History
forgotten
in family fun and fireworks
Sacrifice
sugarcoated
by the promise of apple pie
and a high school marching band
Freedom
taken for granted
by a generation
respecting nothing
but the self-importance of now.
Showing posts with label No-Prompt Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label No-Prompt Thursday. Show all posts
Perseverance
Knives stab at knots
in the lower left lumbar as
the bells toll
unmercifully.
Willing forward motion
to give the dog
his morning walkies,
popping pills
to punch the clock just
to make the mortgage,
feet half step
half shamble
like walking dead
praying for poetry
to voice the silent scream.
Not really that bad this morning... but close. :)
in the lower left lumbar as
the bells toll
unmercifully.
Willing forward motion
to give the dog
his morning walkies,
popping pills
to punch the clock just
to make the mortgage,
feet half step
half shamble
like walking dead
praying for poetry
to voice the silent scream.
Not really that bad this morning... but close. :)
No-Prompt Thursday: June 20, 2013 (Prompt 7)
The Critic's Poniard
A flash of pugnacity
blinds
as whetted metal
stabs and stings--
every word
a subtle slice
to prolong the point
and make wounds weep.
A flash of pugnacity
blinds
as whetted metal
stabs and stings--
every word
a subtle slice
to prolong the point
and make wounds weep.
No-Prompt Thursday: June 13, 2013
Wary on a Wednesday
Greeted by caution tape
strung outside my cubicle,
I paused wondering...
Was it was to warn me
of the tile work
out in the front hall or
of the emails
lying in wait for my log in?
Greeted by caution tape
strung outside my cubicle,
I paused wondering...
Was it was to warn me
of the tile work
out in the front hall or
of the emails
lying in wait for my log in?
No-Prompt Thursday: June 6, 2013
Wallpaper from Wonderland
Swirls of bright hues offer
their pleasant distraction on
this dreary morning.
Having awakened with a brain
bustling and flipping
through the monstrous rolodex of things to do,
I find myself swept
into a curling embrace of color
whispering of Munch, Van Gogh
and the sweet,
sweet softness of Monet.
As the first clear chords of
"Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds"
echo in my internal ear,
I smile -- fully armed
against the day's rain.
*Thanks for the inspiration Bekkie!*
Swirls of bright hues offer
their pleasant distraction on
this dreary morning.
Having awakened with a brain
bustling and flipping
through the monstrous rolodex of things to do,
I find myself swept
into a curling embrace of color
whispering of Munch, Van Gogh
and the sweet,
sweet softness of Monet.
As the first clear chords of
"Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds"
echo in my internal ear,
I smile -- fully armed
against the day's rain.
*Thanks for the inspiration Bekkie!*
No-Prompt Thursday: May 30, 2013 (Four)
Mounting Anticipation
Like stones on velvet
silent and shimmering,
the words lay
scrutinized under the poet's loop
scoured for inclusions,
imperfections, and
irregularities.
Pretty pieces,
precious but as yet unadorned,
patiently wait
for their proper setting.
Like stones on velvet
silent and shimmering,
the words lay
scrutinized under the poet's loop
scoured for inclusions,
imperfections, and
irregularities.
Pretty pieces,
precious but as yet unadorned,
patiently wait
for their proper setting.
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.
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.
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/
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