Sunday May 15, 2011Blue Bell Books/ Poetry Tow Truck 20/ Sunday Scribblings/ Beyond the Bezone/Poetry Pantry

Blue Bell Books

Taos Balloon Festival
Balloons to the West
Balloons to the East
Float above in the air
Balloons everywhere

In the fall
Balloons above the gorge
Balloons above the village
Balloons everywhere

Balloons of every color
Balloons of every shape
Folks are crazy about them
Set on fire at night
Lovely to see
Float above in the air
Balloons everywhere

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Exercise One: Starting Points

From the periodic table, choose a line of at least 6 elements in a row in any direction: horizontally, vertically, or diagonally. Write those letters/sets of letters vertically down the side of your paper. Use those letters as inspiration for the first word/words of your lines. I attempted the following:



C/ Candles warm yellow flicker against the lavender night

Si/ Singeing your auburn hair

Ge/ Gently save yourself from harm

Sn/ Sneak preview of new hair cut

Pb/ Publicly bungle it all

Uuq/ Utter urgent quip "Hearts on fire!"

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Image of the flag of San Jacinto Battle, image from the internet.

Sunday Scribblings prompt #267: Surrender

Death Enters Gently
When all is said and done
And life isn't possible
Surrender is all that is left
Not one more breath
Not one more day of struggle
Give it up
Death enters gently

Surrender is hard for some
Black-beard was shot five times
Cut twenty before he surrendered
With all his evil ways
He was a brave pirate
Surrender didn't come easy
Death enters gently

There are many stories
Of people seeking a place
Undergoing hardships
And yet, surrender was unthinkable

In war
This unwillingness to surrender
Is seen often
Men willing to risk it all
Until surrender is all that is left
Death enters gently

How much better
If only they could
Embrace surrender
Before it all began
Each side throw
Down your arms
Give it up
But everyone is fighting
For what is "right"
Perhaps one day
We'll find a better way

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Image from the internet.

Finding Meaning in Words
Inspecting the words
Sorting them into little piles
Ideas slip into the words
Slowly begin to "filter"
Into my coffee cup

"Infusion"
Into the quiet of
This lavender morning
The simple void
Is "substituted"
By racing horses
Each "brandishing"
Symbols of the tribe

"Stop"

I turn away
You are there on
The foot "bridge"
A "rural" setting
Smoke curling
From the "chimney"
Blue skies

Life is "textured"
By many images
The ones before us
And the ones within
All the while "slurping"
A "salty" big boy
The waves roll

"Eke", slime in the
Ice machine

"Stop"

Back to the piles
Ideas hidden in words
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Image from the internet.
Poetry Pantry

Goodbye Ben
Can I speak of death
In this quiet place
Without sound
Chilling like antarctica

A distance to travel
The destination
You were born for
At least he knew
He had set up
The circumstance

It was no surprise
Long years he had waited
He followed the path
Of his choosing
It had all be written
As towers fell
Dust rose from
The cities' floor
Coated the windows
Finger traced his name
And now he is no more

Goodbye Ben
You did what you could
Believed your own words
Perhaps there could
Have been another way
It was all up to you
Now it is quiet
Without sound
You name traced
In the dust
Chilling like antarctica