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 

Dare Devil

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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

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For Brenda Warren

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

(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

In the fairied time of Nebulous

In the fairied time of Nebulous

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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

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