January 18, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/deVersePoets/Poets United

The Sunday Whirl:  Prompt: twine, conjure, nest, carry, spirits, bend,
through, curl, trinkets, neglect, cap, back, sigh

The Days of Her Life

So like a ball of twine

Unwinding

In unexpected directions

Often bending back upon

Itself

Carry feelings

Of moments

No longer known

So like a nest

Build of a thousand

Twigs

And untold spirits

Conjure up

Places

Of original findings

So like the trinkets

Collected

Neglected

Discarded

Lost

Forgotten

Once called

Friends

So like the curl

Escaped from

Under her cap

Found in the middle

Of her forehead

Sigh....

Through it all

Summer

Winter

Spring

Or fall

A number canceled

A day lived

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deVerse Poets  Prompt:  Trees

Eating Trees

There are two

Little horses

In a pasture

On the highway

They have eaten

Everything

And

Every tree

We love trees

As well as

Everything

Made of trees

Homes

Hardwood floors

Furniture

Paper

Trinkets

And that is why

We cut down so

Many

I wonder....

If we were

Left in the pasture

And no one came

Would we eat

The trees

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Poets United/ Poets Pantry #185

The Tiny Berg I Stand On

Balance myself

On this tiny iceberg

It bobs and weaves

The sun continues

To shine

Melts my berg

No room for

Both my feet

I will then be

Standing on

One foot

Like the

Heron

Standing

In the tidewater

Soaking up the

Rays

Feeling empty

With great

Concentration

On his face

In his eyes

Lids squeezed

Down to a slit

Watching

For the fish

That swims

His way

Waiting for

His lunch

I hear him singing

He misses me

I sing back to him

I am lonely

On my tiny

Iceberg

Standing on

One foot