January 30, 2014 We Write Poems #198/ Child's Play

We Write Poems #198  Prompt Child’s Play

Child’s Play

At twilight

As the fireflies

Are turning on

The world is

Magic

Full of fun

Children play

Games

Some traditional

Some made up

On the spot

A game of tag

Might be initiated

With ‘Your It!”

Exclaimed

All begin

To run

Laughter flutters

Behind each

Running child

Like colorful

Ribbons

If touched

Or captured

A new ‘It’

Is proclaimed

Pure glee

A piece of chalk

A sidewalk

A diagram

To draw

Hop

Hop

Hop

In the circle

Of the

Porch light

Long ago

Note:  In memory, it is as if Edward Hopper painted the scene.  Children playing, fireflies, and yet there is a sense of loneliness.   I did visit the site recommended, the words came, prompted by the prompt ‘Child’s Play.’

January 27, 2014 We Write Poems We Wordle #4

Prompt:  Woman, desire, answers, lunatic, pretty, harsh, asking, ridicule, humiliation, platitudes, obvious, pay, sacrifice, single, obvious, sky, translation, deeply, lived, rules, water, hurt, darkness, crowd, watch, harsh, birth, caught, changing, oil, rendering, bone, tarragon, orange, locusts, brazen

Time is Like a River

From which you

Drink only once

Because the flow

That has passed

Will never pass again

It is ridiculous

To think of the river

Pausing

Then backing up

Just for you

Because you were not

Paying attention

Didn’t notice

Or wanted that very

Special day all

Over again

I desire to stay in one place
Sink my roots into the
Darkness

For things to stay the same
Like the insect
Caught in resin

Yet....

Not one single day is like

Another

Life is a constantly

Changing carousel

Accompanied by

Calliope 

It is no sacrifice

Really

To say goodbye

To what was

Like the game of

Roulette

There is always the

Chance tomorrow

Or the next spin

Of the wheel

Will be even better

Than this day

A life lived deeply

Renders meat from

The bone

The recipe is to be

Aware of each moment

Read the translation

In the sky

Collect orange

Blossoms

For your hair

Create the life

Wanted

Heaven...if there is one

Is in this moment

Note:  When I thought of ‘Life is a constantly changing carousel,’ I thought of the calliope music to accompany the carousel.  I decided to look it up, and found Calliope is an instrument also called steam organ or steam piano, and In Greek mythology, it is also the foremost of the nine Muses, the patron of epic poetry.  How nice to think that life is accompanied by the inventor of melody and rhythm. 

January 25, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/ Studio Visit: Shiela Miles

The Sunday Whirl:  Prompt:  country, facilitate, aspect, sent, strands, state,
sustain, write, time, plans, embrace, juggling

A Country of My Own

A place where I belong

A state of serenity

With time to write

A picture to paint

Making plans

Embrace what is

Put the vacuum away

And a thousand

Other things

Each day

In my pocket

Folded small

An envelope

Of blue

A handmade

Valentine

Sent

Out of season

Your heart

Given

Beating still

Sustains

The beating

Of my own

My life a circus act

Under the big top

Strands of golden hair

Flying through the air

Greasepaint

A juggler I am

Juggling what is

What could be

What never will

Note:  My poem found its' end, and I found I had not used all the words....they didn't seem to belong in my poem.

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STUDIO VISIT:  SHEILA MILES  www.artistmiles.com  Santa Fe, Multi-media Artist and teacher at the Desert Academy.

...it was a warm January morning.  She turned the key and opened the door on a warm and light workspace, her studio.

Paintings are everywhere; different ideas, direct expressions, which are never labored over, but retain the freshness of the first touch of the brush as it meets the canvas.

Sheila says she loves to paint, has to paint.  Begins her work without a plan, simply paints, ideas come and often she paints over them.  One piece may have many paintings, painted over.  She never really knows where a painting might be going. 

  Destinations are determined by where she stops, wipes her brush and turns off the studio lights.