Around
around
around
around
around
the block.
There!
.
.
.
Damn
Smart car.
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Around
Around
poem- night breath January 14, 2014
Night breathes
its peace in
shimmering air
dusted with winter.
.
Night breathes
its silence in
rustling wishes
between sheets.
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Night breathes
an invitation in
a lingering look
over the shoulder.
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Night breathes
a promise in
peace,
silence,
invitation.
poem- winter wind January 13, 2014
Wafting on the cool wind
as I plow through the snow to the car
comes the heavy scent of roses.
I look for the source without success
as the air is saturated with summer
in frosty winter:
Perfumed paradox.
poem- silence January 12, 2014
In response to a poetheme prompt on Twitter, a micropoem:
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My silence is my power
A weapon of contemplation
& distillation
The weapon of a sage,
enraged.
poem- blind January 11, 2014
To a tiny toddling boy
you exclaimed his father’s stupidity
and explained to the
confused face that he was
mommy’s best friend.
No pressure
for his future wife,
that.
poem- the other side January 10, 2014
The world is white on the outside
but she is black.
The core of her is burnt and raw,
bubbling flesh like molten lava.
The yard is sugar coated and bright
but she is dark.
The soul of her is encrusted and festering
rotting organs like gangrenous limbs.
The world is playfully building snowmen
but she is deconstructing herself.
Laughing children throw snowballs from
behind fortress walls that will melt.
Her fortress is firmly constructed;
joy will not reach her
until it bleeds away like winter.
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Today’s composition explores contrast. I’m trying to be a bit Plath-like here, though it’d be hard to capture the depths of her misery without living the pathos, perhaps?
poem- snowman January 9, 2014
The world is white
but my path was cleared
by a shovel wielding
snowman.
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Some mornings I grumble as I’m awakened by the scraping of the snow shovel in the driveway, but then I have a moment of thankfulness, from the comfort of my warm bed, that hubby faithfully does it, so that I don’t have to on mornings like this, when there has been a heavy snowfall overnight. I just get to admire the beauty of it on my way to work, without bearing the weight of it on the end of a shovel. 😉
poem- honey January 8, 2014
You
are ancient honey,
immutable in memory.
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Floating on your laughter
I could touch stars.
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The world was rose pink
with my yearning.
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A sunrise through spectacles,
song rising on dawn,
desire enfolded in dream,
I wore innocence.
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Your sweet kisses
colour my cheeks
in memory.
poem- wishing January 7, 2014
What wasn’t
When she opened her eyes
Was what she’d wished for
For so long
That wishing was all she had.
What was
When she opened her eyes
Was what she’d been blind to
For so long
That wishing was all she’d had.
poem- Okanagan sunset January 5, 2014
Inferno fills sky,
flames roil like crashing sea,
cremating the sun.
