Wednesday, August 8, 2018

A POEM ABOUT A POEM/poets united midweek motif


A POEM ABOUT A POEM

A poem about a poem
Oh, let me see…
I stop along the road
And I wait for it to catch 
Up with me

Tell me who you are
And what business
Do you have with me
You say you are a counter
You will count the tears for me

You say you are an explorer
And you will help me see
You say you are a master
You will hold my thoughts
For me, until I am able to
Hold them for myself

You say you like to play
And you never know for sure
Exactly where you are going
You are big enough to hold
All of the thoughts unspoken

You are a good friend
And promise to always
Be there for me
To have and to hold
From this day forward
Until the end of days

August 8, 2018

Sunday, August 5, 2018

WORDS BOUND TOGETHER WITH TWINE/the sunday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

WORDS BOUND TOGETHER WITH TWINE   

On another day
In another time
Far away
Bones were stacked
Like cord wood
Tied with a skein 
Of woolen yarn
The color red

The sound of a guitar
Floats above the sage
Joins the sounds of church bells
That welcome the morning
A sweet refrain

On another day
In another time
Far away
We walked along the sea
Kicked sand
Collected shells
You would run to each shell
Bend down
Examine it carefully


Today, with the weight of the world
Upon us
We collect stones
Count shameful transgressions
Rest in the shade
Of our wig-wam
Bind words together with twine

August 5, 2018

Wordle 363  



Saturday, August 4, 2018

STILL LIFE/imaginary gardens with real toads




Still Life

Be she alive
Or be she dead 
She sits 
With her feet in water
As still as a stone

Does she speak…
What does she say…
Is it she who looks
At me
Or is it me
Looking at her

So is the still life
Still as a stone
Waiting
Waiting for you alone

Was she placed there
To celebrate the occasion…
And is now limp
And dying
For waiting
For you alone

The phone rings
She answers the phone
No longer the still life
She was originally
No longer dying
While waiting for you

August 3, 2018








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Thursday, August 2, 2018

DOPPLEGANGER/imaginary gardens with real toads

DOPPLEGANGER


One day
You brought a picture
That to you thought looked
Just like me

I kept it for a long time
And then it slipped
From my knowing
Did it really look like me

Or was it in your eyes
You could see
The face of a girl
That looked just like me

Each leaf on the tree
Is different
Yes, they all look
Like leaves

But still different
No one is really is
Just the same
As another
We are each unique

August 2, 2018


Have you ever wondered if there is someone who looks just like you, but you've never met them? I've been told numerous times I have a twin. Well, not an actual genetic one, but someone who bears a strong resemblance. I've yet to meet my doppelganger.

Of course there are those distant relatives living and deceased who have marked resemblances to yourself or another family member. My youngest daughter, Carrie, bears an uncanny resemblance to Cher. There is a genetic connection because Cher's mother and my father were distant cousins. Carrie doesn't always look like Cher. It can come in the tilt of her head, a smile, or her theatrical ability to slip into a character. 

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Doppelganger literally means double walker. There have been numerous references to them throughout history. They have been referred to as ghosts or the speculation we humans are time travelers. In this picture my husband Charlie was eighteen years old on a family vacation. He is on the far left with a girl standing behind him. One day he was looking at the picture and called me to come look at it. We both agreed the girl standing behind him held an unsettling resemblance to Dawn when she was seventeen. Is it possible? Is he playing ping pong with his daughter who traveled back to the future? 

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For today's challenge I want you to write about an encounter with your doppelganger/time traveler. It could be a painting, a photo album, a magazine, or face to face. Meet him/her in whatever circumstances your imagination creates. Please make sure it is a new poem, post it on Mr. Linky, and visit your fellow poets to discover their responses to their double walkers.


Wednesday, August 1, 2018

"A BUNDLE OF CONTRATICTIONS"/poets united midweek motif/"a bundle of contradictions"

“A BUNDLE OF CONTRADICTIONS“

First, I say 
I do 
And then, I say
I won’t

Yes, sometimes
I am a bundle of contradictions
First, I think it is this way
Then, I think it is that

I say yes
And then I say no
Gathered into a bundle
Tied with a bow

Life is like that
So much is offered
We agree
With careful consideration
Maybe not

What road to choose
The road least taken
Or the road
Worn and old

So many decisions
Never knowing
What is right
What is wrong

August 1, 2018




Not Just A Cup

  Not Just a Cup       Southern born Not a tea drinker Always coffee For me   Although I often find  Bitter taste Of the dark brew A bit muc...