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
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