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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Unplugged



Unplugged 

Unplugged their faces
Float
Like disengaged 
birthday balloons
over a tearful child
Or rose petals
Drying on a white bed
Or chestnut blossoms
Drifting down an 
Empty Street 

Or poems

Unplugged
Their
Faces
Fade
From cold vacuum void
From deepest darkness 
Her own solitary words 
Scream softly
Rattling against each other 
Like loosed teeth
From a hundred spit
Night terrors 


Unplugged 
She starved searching
soul -reaches
to touch

the black screen   
Blazing to 
Resurrection 


Virtual life
Returned 

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Dare Devil




Dare Devil


on tip toe she walks the beam barefoot
on a dare to her heart
dancing on a current of determination
high above layers of simple air
the boys beam, taunt, and then shout, Stop
as she moves
across the skeleton span of the construction site
far out of her permitted play-time range

on tip toe she walks the beam barefoot
the anchor of her shame lifted
feels the shift beneath her feet as
purchase fails and connect becomes but
a former phantom phrase

on tip toe she sails the conclusive current
toward the ever close rising ground
drops through
layers of simple air
sinking, solitary, falling, free, 
five-year-old flying fast
into the ungiving yield of her
final, forever, fall
a smile flying from her face
hitting the ground first 


Watching Thyra



Watching Thyra 


There sparkling in a beam of
sunlight, lifting her anchor –
a shift, close to a mother’s heart
a phrase, here and there drifts
into range – floating images waft
and connect coalescing in fragrant fertile layers
the portent of the future ribboning to horizonless yield
Sparkling in that mystic beam of sunlight
Crystal tear drop holds the world on a lash-blink
soaring together 
Graduation-Day-Love



Wednesday, May 22, 2013

(A Poetic Asides Wednesday Prompt (late) inspired haiku)



http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/view-image.php?image=29214&picture=vintage-iron-alarm-clock">Vintage Iron Alarm-clock by Jurate Virkutiene




this morning nothing
stick in hand minutes tick by
her future forming




Saturday, May 18, 2013

In the fairied time of Nebulous


In the fairied time of Nebulous

http://sundaywhirl.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/109.jpg


In the fairied time of Nebulous
A mother cut with vision opaque bleak stared out over the hover of mist beyond the slab of concreted future and from the crush of her cut heart felt the gossamer touch of wings brush her tear creased cheek and the sudden blazing torch of hope in the filamented timing of sudden sunny certainty lit the ribboned verdant field to Possibility the tinkle of fairy breath chiming in laughter bubbling from just the other room



Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mothers' Day


A public domain photo


Happy Mothers' Day

From the sweet lips of 
the mouth of the Universe 
flies a vow soft as the drone 
of butterfly chants floating
through time and space 
binding under the one shared
sun the promise to answer 
the circling wish of women 
filling with infant velvet the 
voided crook of empty arms 
opening the fist of a wanting heart
as each mother falls headlong 
into that cave of echoing love - 
filled forever








seven-year-old-vow / Happy Mothers' Day


seven year old vow 

I will hit you with my fist
I will break the badword lips in your mouth
I will send a predator drone on your head from
space and warlocks to blast shaming chants
at you from the sun - put binding on your
arms and legs I will drag you to the crook of a cave
broken glass under your bare feet 
and waiting vultures will continue circling
my anger singing until slaked at all you have done
to my mother
I will take a slow picture of you bowed
with a quick camera
and wrap it in a bow 
to show
to her
for Mothers' Day
and then 
she and I 
without you
will sit in our
quiet house
and smile
and laugh 
I will give her
Unafraid Forever  
I vow 
I will
get you
when
I can








Time Running Backward



Time Running Backward 

In the fading sun
long of leg and slightly leaning
on a sturdy thick stick
Stands the Crone –
Soft breeze catches
chants of gone years
as they spill from mouth
to lips –
singing the vow taken
words spoken as a passion promised
drone – delicious on the tongue
in that long ago shimmered setting sun –
She then ushered into it all held in the crook of
Universe’s elbow in the soft bend between
girl and woman-

Standing then young, tall, hair flowing
under the circling of crows before the smooth
walls of the cool cave –
Now, an unclenched fist –
this space of time –
this space of time undamming
All rippling rivers rushing to this night –

Standing in the fading sun
soft light playing in the shimmer of sudden silvered
hair in the woods gentle embrace – annoints her with ambrosia
in the fading sun
she stands tall
in this instant
of time running backward
and renews her vow inhaling the
cool of coming night –
all promises to and from
still and forever binding