4/29/2016

Balance?


(Graphic Source: Open Clipart)



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Created for dVerse Poet's Pub, where Victoria asks us to think about how we bring balance to our busy lives. While thinking about the ways I've tried to do that, I kept coming back to wondering if it was worth it. Might it not be better to just let some things go? Do we really have to do it all?

4/27/2016

The Stand-In

(Artist: Rafael Barradas; Source: WikiMedia Commons)


50 years. You’d think I’d be over it. You’d be wrong.

Oh, sure, I know it’s not my fault. I blame myself nonetheless. Silly? Self-indulgent even? Yes. And yes. But there it is.

We argued. Ironically, I don’t remember why. I do remember screaming, “I hate you,” and slamming into my bedroom.

Those were the last words I ever spoke to her.

How could a 33-year-old woman drop dead of a massive coronary? Daddy said, “Her heart was just broken, honey.” But I knew that. I broke it.

 I’ve been living her life ever since. It’s my job, after all.


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Thanks to Tara of Thin Spiral Notebook for hosting the 100 Word Challenge.

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4/26/2016

Apocalyse

(Artist: Mauricio GarcĂ­a Vega; Source: WikiMedia Commons)


Noisy images, 
           crowding,
                    shoving,
                             splashing
                                     life script
                                             onto the page...

Scenes of cities never visited,
        memories of days more real than those lived,
                 screeching, blaring, thumping street songs
                          filling the mind, spilling words by the hundreds,
                                   day after day, never pausing,
                                            until, one day, they do.

The end?





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Abhra at dVerse Poet's Pub asks us to 'fess up to being a secret admirer of a poet who inspires us.

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4/25/2016

Renaissance


The announcement reads, “Friends and family are invited to a celebration of Dave’s life.” His was a life worth celebrating. It is his early death that they mourn.

Echoes of his laughter are caught like dust motes in the kaleidoscope of winter sunbeams slanting through stained glass windows and warming those crowded into the little chapel. One by one, they step to the altar, cast off their wrappings of grief, and share the memories of his escapades they carry within. When the last laugh fades, his son and his family stand and move to the large marble font at the rear of the nave. The minister annoints his grandchild, and Dave’s spirit is reborn.

petals drop, decay
fertilizing future life
winter unto spring




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Photographer Susan Judd is sharing some of her lovely photographs at dVerse Poets Pub as inspiration for Haibun Monday: Beauty in Decay. For those of you (like me) unfamiliar with haibun, it is a Japanese form of poetry that combines prose with haiku.


4/19/2016

Faerie Four Step

(Artist :William Blake.c.1786)

In her dream, they hold their ball 
Answering the night minstrel’s call 
Gossamer gowns glitter, all a-twirl 
Faeries emerge to play. 

 ‘Round her pillow they come to meet 
Tripping lightly, fleet of feet 
Swinging and swaying to the beat 
They twist the night away.


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It's been a long time since I paid a visit to dVerse Poets Pub. Stopping by last night, I was greeted by Grace with a challenge: write a Quadrille using the word "twist" somewhere within its 44 words. I don't know a Quadrille from a Texas Two Step, but it caught my fancy, so...


4/01/2016

The One

Tara of Thin Spiral Notebook issued a challenge: write a 100-word story without using the letter A. How could I resist?


The One

The first time I see her, no voice inside me shouts, “Right there! Her! She's the one.” She isn't very pretty. She isn't even  cute. Still, something pulls me to her. 

She sits in the corner by herself, eyes down, oblivious to everything. My gut wrenches. The poor thing, she looks so forlorn, forgotten. 

I go to her. “Hi.” 

She lifts her eyes, those icy eyes! But despite their Nordic frostiness, I see joy fill them when she sees me there.  She is the one. I'm in love. 

I sign on the dotted line. 

 “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go home.”


(Source: WikiMedia Commons
Photographer: Tim Dawson)


3/13/2015

What, Me Afraid? Nah!


http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/57/Photograph_of_a_Meerkat_Family_%283848828176%29.jpg
(Source: Wikimedia Commons)
 



Friday the 13th

always my luckiest day

what will this year bring?
 



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