Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Wednesday February 3, 2011 We Write Poems/Magpietales

A Small Stone
From my window
The forest is captured
As though in amber
Imagined or dreamed
Still and quiet
All life is gone

We Write Poems Prompt: Triptych Relationship

God's Little Garden
She opened her eyes
Struck by color
Red, blue an yellow
Noticed the under belly
Of the furry striped bee

She heard the sound of
The rustle of the bougainvillea
Made the sound with
Her tongue
Her breath

Offered her hand
To the red dragonfly
Looked closely
To see her looking back
In recognition

Saw all that was in the garden
Azaleas, roses, lilies and iris
She gave them names
And pronounced them good
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Magpie #55



Eating finger prints in June
Pink azaleas are in bloom
The sweet scent fills the air
Hot already spring is here

Lemons grow quietly
Hardly notice the struggle
Blossoms cover cherry trees
Gently fall to the ground
With each exhale
Pink petals are the breath

Create carpet beneath the feet
Tickle the soul
Open the wound cut so deep
With knife and spoon
Each bite delicious of flesh

Blood pie
Blood cheese
Blood stains upon the sleeve
Yellow is the color of the day
At noon
Canaries fly from tree to tree
Sing sour songs of gloom
Tell me you put the pieces back inside

Nothing fits
The way it did
The cracks still show
Can't find the lid

Little girl again, some how
Dressed in pink
Lost in petals
Your time is brief

Like the blossoms in the wind
Flutter down
To snuggle in

Still you shine
Your yellow light
Blood upon your dress so bright
Mother, daughter is the line
Drawn in blood
This is your time

11 comments:

  1. Each offering so beautiful, full of wonderful images. Just a lovely read this morning, Annell!

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  2. Annell, a nice collection here. I see we with both
    wrote about bougainvilleas. Mine was inspired by
    one a few houses away from me.
    I like how you wrote to that creepy lemon picture.

    Pamela

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  3. And pronounced them good.

    Indeed.

    Beautiful. All.

    I bow to the light within you. How it shines.

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  4. Your words are magical; of all of them these words are the ones that speak the loudest to me:
    "Little girl again, some how
    Dressed in pink
    Lost in petals..."

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  5. So one is stealing ideas from Genesis! "She gave them names
    And pronounced them good"
    But I agree, it would have been Eve, not Adam who named the flowers!

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  6. 'little girl again' ... I wish for that from time to time.

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  7. nice. love the little trip through the garden...it is good...smiles. and i dont like it when the forest goes quiet, i would much rather hear all the animals..

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  8. it is getting quieter these days i wonder do they hold their breath in wait? and for what?

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  9. As much as I love winter, these color-starved eyes are ready for spring! Lovely piece. Wonderful opening line. The artist in you is definitely speaking here, Annell.

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  10. Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

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  11. you are A++....snickers

    happy tuesday annell. nature bit me back this week, laid up with a busted foot...i think i disturbed their peace.

    i really like the feelings that emanate from the magpie...and the opening line is killer...

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