Friday December 31, 2010

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Thursday Poets Rally Week #36

SHUT
I tried to tell you how it was,
And why the day was grey,
The silence of the birds,
And why they ceased to pray.

The large coyote,
Pulled his tattered coat
a little tighter,
The song I sang,
No longer made the day
a little brighter.

The chill was deep,
The room so like a tomb,
There was no way to warm one's self,
Nor, to clear away the gloom.

Your voice was deep,
You held me tight,
The day was ending soon,
The night came early,
In deepest grays,
Subdued within that room.

The morning would come,
And all alone,
The silence would be broken,
By a tiny tear,
Rolled down the cheek,
To crash upon the floor.


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Wednesday December 1, 2010 One Shot Poetry

Photo by Marya on Wikipedia

http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com

Coyote
The mythical trickster
As he is known,
Does what he can,
Lives on the edge,
An outstanding man,

Cares for his family,
Plays tricks to survive,
Listens for her call.
Steals for a living.
And will take your last bite.

He is an upstanding citizen,
Has endured your hate,
His head hangs on
My neighbor's fence post.

Does what he can,
He endures his fate.
Has the skills of a wizard,
An outstanding mate.

Look again,
The coyote you see,
In disguise to distract,
Wrapped in fur,
He does what he can
Under hard circumstance.

Because he is distant,
Lives on the edge,
He's a mystery to man.
A fear in his dreams.
He's an incredible
Human being, who
Doesn't ask much.

Just leave him alone,
He's a myth in man's stories,
A shadow of delight,
An original outsider,
Right beside you,
In the darkness of night.
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Image from google.

http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com

The prompt is: From the day we arrive on the planet.

Red Shoes
From the day I
Arrived on the planet,
I have been slipping my feet into,
The mythical red shoes,

Worn by the dancer,
Worn by Dorothy,
Worn by Cinderella,
Glass that cuts,
Blood runs red,
Worn by every woman,
Who wanted to write,
Who wanted to paint.

The real red shoes,
Shoes of art,
Shoes that hurt,
The queens dancing shoes,

Handed down from
Woman to woman,
Finally you overcome your fear,
Put on the shoes,
And you dance.
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I have continued to work on the Pagoda/book project. I have added two elements, the antique doll, I call the story teller, and the little screen of Japanese women. I created a false bottom in each box, to hold each little handmade book, I had to tear out the bottom one to make room for the story teller, and the screen.