Blight was found on her roots
It would give rise to a most loathsome shadow
(I was given 4 random words (blight, rise, roots, shadow) and was instructed to write a poem as long or as short as I desired. The above is what I came up with.)
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
February Writing Assignment
There was a wilderness about her that was savage in its intensity
The woman's spit was fluid fire ~ liquid desire
(I was given 3 random words (savage, desire and spit ) and was instructed to write a poem as long or as short as I desired. The above is what I came up with.)
Snowforts and Snow Angels
They unite!
The swish swish sound of snowpants as sure thighs stride
The crunch of wet snow under boots
The disobedient strands of hair escaped from her mother's tightly braided handiwork
Whipping about according to the wind's will
Runny nose, watering blue eyes, and cheeks reddened to a rosy apple glow by winter's puppy dog nip
Intent on a snowfort and snow angel mission
No break taken except to quench thirst
With eyes closed, her mittens lift the glorious white mannah
Tongue and mouth delight in the taste of winter that the snow carries deep within her hold
Could any wonder be as beautiful than the bliss of an eight year old on a storm day?
The swish swish sound of snowpants as sure thighs stride
The crunch of wet snow under boots
The disobedient strands of hair escaped from her mother's tightly braided handiwork
Whipping about according to the wind's will
Runny nose, watering blue eyes, and cheeks reddened to a rosy apple glow by winter's puppy dog nip
Intent on a snowfort and snow angel mission
No break taken except to quench thirst
With eyes closed, her mittens lift the glorious white mannah
Tongue and mouth delight in the taste of winter that the snow carries deep within her hold
Could any wonder be as beautiful than the bliss of an eight year old on a storm day?
Friday, 8 March 2013
Those Irresistible Ones
What makes someone irresistible?
What is it about those scrumptious men and women?
Why it so impossible for us to not dive into the many fathoms of their depths?
Their Sunlight
Their Twilight
Their Midnight
Their Abyss
Their Trenches
Why are we so driven to understand them?
The dreams they have for tomorrow
The struggles that built and marked backbones
The tantalizing perfume of their scented thoughts ...
... That tease and lead us to the out of reach places of their minds
How privileged we feel just to hang upon their edges
For a chance to breathe the breath of their soul's exhalations
What is it about those scrumptious men and women?
Why it so impossible for us to not dive into the many fathoms of their depths?
Their Sunlight
Their Twilight
Their Midnight
Their Abyss
Their Trenches
Why are we so driven to understand them?
The dreams they have for tomorrow
The struggles that built and marked backbones
The tantalizing perfume of their scented thoughts ...
... That tease and lead us to the out of reach places of their minds
How privileged we feel just to hang upon their edges
For a chance to breathe the breath of their soul's exhalations
Monday, 4 March 2013
Why Bury Yesterday In Such A Shallow Grave
Why did you bury Yesterday in such a shallow grave?
Why invest so much of your time in what no longer exists?
There you are, on your hands and knees
In the overturned dredgings of the elapsed
Why must you insist upon exhuming the past?
Constantly picking through and re-examining memories and moments
It would seem that you are looking for evidence ... of what?
Are you hoping to find a pulse of life, among all that decay?
Why invest so much of your time in what no longer exists?
There you are, on your hands and knees
In the overturned dredgings of the elapsed
Why must you insist upon exhuming the past?
Constantly picking through and re-examining memories and moments
It would seem that you are looking for evidence ... of what?
Are you hoping to find a pulse of life, among all that decay?
Mother's Early Morning Whispers
I watch you as you sleep
Our lovely one
~ A softly breathing angel~
But soon you will awaken
Our unending promise
Burgeoning as busy hands and feet
Our lovely one
~ A softly breathing angel~
But soon you will awaken
Our unending promise
Burgeoning as busy hands and feet
Eager to start the day
Our limitless potential
With curious eyes and incessant tongue
Can I tell you a secret?
You will change the world
On your mark. Get set. Go!
Friday, 1 March 2013
His Pocket Filled With Lightening
This morning he leaned in
And stole a kiss from my sleepy lips
I looked up into warm brown eyes
And I saw God visiting there
Smiling
Loving
Seeking
So I kissed him
And discovered that he also
Had a pocket full of lightening
Oh my ...
And stole a kiss from my sleepy lips
I looked up into warm brown eyes
And I saw God visiting there
Smiling
Loving
Seeking
So I kissed him
And discovered that he also
Had a pocket full of lightening
Oh my ...
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