Tuesday February 1, 2011 Big Tent Poetry/ Small Stone/ Magpie February #1

Small Stone February #1
White, cold
Covering
Changes everything
During the night.
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Big Tent Poetry

To ☛ float or not to sink
We teach our children to swim
For fear they will all sink like rocks
Lived all your life in water
Knew it better than anyone

Your gentle touch lost to sea
No longer you will ☛ handle me
Nor use the sand paper
To ☛grind to your pleasing
I was ☛resistant
I stayed ☛remote
For fear I would lose myself

I crawled into the ☛ cabinet
Into the ☛darkened space
Positioned alongside
The salt and pepper
You said
For my own good,
Locked away
Collected
Put on a shelf
Lived all my life near water

I gave up the daily ☛grind
Remained totally myself
I ☛rotate the handle
Unwilling to complete
Your collection
You took the ☛blade to my person
I screamed into the ☛darkening night.
I knew better than anyone

I asked all that was holy,
Denied you my life
Stayed ☛alert,
Looked for another ☛angle
Slipped away into the ☛darkening night
Made a new life
So I could ☛function
Without drowning
I knew this better than anyone
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Magpie #51
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I placed the pavers
To create a path
From front door to drive
So you could find
Your way back

Old, worn
You might swear
They had been there forever
Chipped and cracked
Like you and me

We took a step back
Then walked the foot path
Promised forever
Did not realize
You were leaving
You had already packed

What we had together
Was old, worn out
Chipped and cracked
Set on the curb
Could only be seen
When you looked back

Old, worn out
And useless
Now a memory
Unlike the pathway
I created
From front door to drive
Old and worn
Chipped and cracked
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Monday January 10, 2011 Big Tent Poetry/ Sunday Scribblings/ Poetry Potluck/River of Stones

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Big Tent Poetry Prompt: make a list of words starting with the same letter. Then write a poem and include some of the words.


A Political Clown
It is the agony you caused, that I see.
I look into faces.
Real tears roll down,
Rose colored cheeks.

It is Arizona -- again,
There is a loud sound,
And I hear your voice,
"Guys and Gals..."

You must own the authorship,
Of your words,
Marks placed in opposition,
Crosshairs on a map.

It is an architecture,
Of your making,
To make yourself stand out,
Among many,
But you stand as a silhouette,
Of the absurd in the real world.

Seek the adytum,
Pray for forgiveness,
This tragedy is the height,
Of your possibility,
You are just a political clown,
With severe consequences.
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Sunday Scribblings #249 A Walk in the Park
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A Walk In the Park
The cold wind blows,
Feels like sharp knives,
Cuts to the quick.
And still I walk.
One foot placed firmly upon on the earth,
Then the next.
When I began,
It was to be just a solitary walk in the park.
It was sun shining warm.

The sun is still shinning,
And the cold wind blows.
Feels like sharp knives,
Cuts to the quick.
I pull my coat closer,
I duck my face,
It is now sun shining cold.

No day for a walk in the park.
I will come another day,
When it is sun shining warm again,
And I will remember,
I will call your name.
Perhaps, it will be a together
Walk in the park.
I will walk with your memory.
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I stepped into the dark.
So dark, I could not focus.
But I could see that it had snowed,
During the night,
The court was covered in white.
It was transformed.

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Poetry Potluck Prompt: Journey and the Road Ahead

Far Distant Horizon
Sometimes stumbles,
Sometimes steps light as air,
My feet find the path,
My eyes are on the far distant horizon.

The light of early morning,
Lights the path.
My feet find the path,
My eyes are on the far distant horizon

You ask about the road ahead,
For this answer --I do not know.
My feet find the path
My eyes are on the far distant horizon.