Friday, June 17, 2016

Portraits at Rest







A Rock, by Thyago Hills
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cool eyes
leak quietude
in umbra.

silence, the mantle i wear.


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Sanaa's prompt is Rest. Come join us for a feast of poems at A Dash of Sunny

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Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Dead Speak



"Góndola del tiempo", de Héctor Valdivia.
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Families gather 
under sheltering sky, 
mourning their dead,
who passed
out and under too soon
toasting memory
with fried chicken and soda,
the heralds of summer..

We too
gather our baskets
and blankets,
a bottle of lemonade
and one of sweet tea
amid black breads
and stinky cheeses,
head for the beach,
climb rocks until our toes
find crabs scuttling
in angry protest
their fiefdoms
interrupted.


I have trouble mourning your dead
I have my own, 
refugees in unmarked graves.
I run from them
from the bombs and the smell of the dead,
their Slavic syllables
of death, a scree in the wind.


Our blood drenches, like yours,
only the land is different
and the way we remember.

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For Poets United



Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Secrets' Journeys




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fractalmandala by Alexa Szlávics artist



i fell from the sky
on a mid-morning, white
as alabaster,

seeking out
the dreamless,
their void a door
left ajar in the night.

i can sail on the detrtis
of dreams unrealized,
their canons unwrit,

verses left muted.

in trees i can always dance
in the chatter of leaves
left to their own devices.

but instead, i found only you,
cocconed in the chaff left behind,
lies left unspoken.

shall we open our eyes
to see where we land?

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Posted for Susan's mid-week motif prompt--Secrets at Poets United

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Tinged Tales






The Morgue File
erdenebayar




she found she breathed best
in the dark
when blue air circled round ears,
in between toes
speaking its tales
in sibilant syllables

she favored tinged tales
that spoke openly
of lies uncovered,
kilned from the craw
of those she left behind.

on wednesdays she pulled
them open
digesting darkened truths
like books shelved too long
foxing eating them
bit by bit
in stale air.

truth held  itself in stillness
vowing no replication
until
she found she could breathe again.


     




Audrey Howitt 2016 all rights reserved

Today Susan asked us to write about openness. I find myself drawn to how we uncover lies, often alone--Poets United Mid-Week Motif





Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Magenta is the Word





The Morgue File

by photoholic

sometimes home fades on the lips

minds travel far distances to whisper
about nuanced colors
such as magenta
on days when the sky turns black

not all roads lead to home.


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Not sure where this cam from as I tend to love home. But maybe I didn't always.

Posted for Poets United Mid-Week

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Consequences




The Morgue File

by laura musikanski





i bumped against you accidentally
in the candy section of the local Pik 'n Shop
pondering choices both
desirous and poisonous

you smiled,
as i had hoped you would
pearlies gleaming,
your lashes dancing
as i lost myself
between one heart beat and another.

the viccistudes of a sugar rush
held at bay,
until my choice was made.

regret seems futile, don't you agree?




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Saturday, April 2, 2016

Bells and Smells




The Morgue File
Jose Spena





i sat in my anger
its pool
heavy behind eyes
that had seen too many days
of kneel now and beat the heart

better to know my own heart
feel it beat along with someone else's
as i dance in the shadows

better to lick the rain off the window sill
and touch the joy of bees
as they dance drunkenly in the sun
of their days

i have closed this door of guilt
at leasr for now
its abyss, an endless pull
of sin and redemption.



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Go out an enjoy a poem or two for National Poetry Month

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