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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Adventure for Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribblings prompts: Adventure





This Broom is Parked


the gate is locked
drapes drawn tight
no bulbs leak light

I huddle in the dark
under a warming throw
adventure's lost its spark

a box of candy in my lap
I savor each and every bite
chocolate surprise delights

the candy box is empty
procrastination wins
old ghouls left without me

 
Fractal created in Apophysis.
 
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tanka for 3WW

ThomG, moderator of 3 Word Wednesday, offers today's prompt: nightmare, vanity, incubate





sudden reflections
incubate in dark of soul
birthplace of nightmares
echoing those buried faults
shake up vanity and fear


 
Fractal created in MindBogglingFractals.
 
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O for ABC Wednesday

ABC WEDNESDAY ROUND 5: O






Outstanding

Clad in autumn tones, a lone tree stands out in the October crowd.

It's far more common to see a small copse of aspen and quite unusual to find only a singleton or two.


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Sunday, October 25, 2009

Haiku for One Single Impression

One Single Impression: Prompt 87: Elusive





unseen line
between right and wrong
war and peace



hovering
in cold empty plots
starving ghosts



the stalk of loss
lingers in her shadow
withered garden



Fractal created in Apophysis.

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Shame for Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribblings prompt #186 -- Shame - I read once that there's only one emotion that is just as powerful in recollection as it is on the spot. You know, when you remember an instance of being happy or sad, you don't re-experience the full happiness or sadness you were feeling then, but when you remember feeling shame, you have a physical reaction and it's just as powerful as when it was fresh. Crazy. So, write something about shame.






Three Score and Ten

raucous ravens cluster
at a door stained by crosses

when nights turn long and
love goes absent

shame wraps her in a coffin
keeps her there 'til dawn

rude and rowdy ravens
growl guilt at light of day

where ravens crowd the gutter
to pluck succor from her heart

 
 
 
Fractal created in Apophysis.
 
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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Read Write Poem #97







In keeping with the RWP #97 Prompt, this is an older cut up


she

pale as sandpiper prints
in a wrinkle of infinity
she flies at that easy hour
catches the potbellied moon
rides past a crescent of sand
seaweed laced
with driftwood beads
a blink of stars, a tiny smile
she slides out through the sky
on wings of sparrow sighs



The fractal image was created in Apophysis, marked up in Adobe Photoshop Elements on Bamboo Fun Tablet.


 
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Haiku for 3WW

ThomG, moderator of 3Word Wednesday offers the following words today: heartache, jangle, reckless






knight of heartache
spurs a reckless jangle
deja vu hums


Fractal image created with MindBogglingFractals software

 
 
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

N for ABC Wednesday

ABC WEDNESDAY ROUND 5: N...



Nintendo

When my grandkids were young, they halfheartedly introduced me to Nintendo while smirks and frustration crossed their faces when I couldn't get the hang of the buttons.

I quietly purchased my own console and locked myself away until I solved each of their favorite games. When next we played, I can't tell you how much pleasure it gave me to whip their little butts.

They invited classmates to challenge me and cheered me on to win in a variation of that classic boast ~ my dad can whip your dad.

They advanced to the next system, the next, the next and then the next but those games didn't entice me like the earlier ones. They weren't as much fun and, believe me, I'm a strong proponent of fun which doesn't hurt anybody bloody.

Sometimes the Wii tempts me – I love the Bowling/Golf games and Yoga looks pretty cool but for now I'll keep my fingers nimble with the old game – it suits me.

In bursts of nostalgia, some of these grown grandkids drop by to play the old system and admit how they wish they still had their original consoles. I rarely sneer or smirk in front of them.


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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Poem for One Single Impression

One Single Impression posts: Thanks to Tea Leaves 'n' Honey, who offers this week's prompt, conquer.





Ides of October

black rips the sky
bolts her to a flash
a dry time thunders
somewhere north of fall
brings her colors down
bolts her to a flash
when black tilts the sky


Image is a fractal created in Apophysis, resized and buttoned in Irfanview.

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Saturday, October 17, 2009

Junk for Sunday Scribblings

 Sunday Scribblings posts: The prompt for this week is: Junk or Spam.




Junk? Maybe. But it's memory to me. Full to overflowing, my house is memorable, perhaps. Messy, for sure.

The six-year-old who visits here claims that I should get organized, but his eyes light up when he ventures into one of the storage rooms. A room which can only be browsed by carefully following a tiny trail through myriad open boxes across a floor covered with just put it here for now clutter.

'It makes me feel creative,' he confesses while digging through art brushes, old paintings, a series of palettes and watercolors, assorted books, magnetic word kits that spell poetry on metal plates taped to old tile boards, paper of all sizes and colors, a paper cutter that's sharp enough to sever fingers (or slash a robe – I have proof), tiles, magnets, glues and tapes, acrylic paints, fabric paints plus fabrics, strings of beads, blank canvas bags waiting for magic, a spinning card rack, face paints, sidewalk chalk, rocks, spare swimming suits, blank t-shirts, CD's yearning to hold home-made movies, ribbons, mirrors, frames, glues, pipe cleaners and left-over dowel sticks that turn into a young neophyte drummer's magic when they coax rhythm from an oatmeal box plus a biscotti tin and several new cans of PlayDoh.

I try to look at the bright side. Yeah, it's junk. But it sometimes makes me, too, feel creative.

*The fractal was created in Apophysis, resized in Irfanview.*

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Tanka for 3WW

ThomG, moderator of Three Word Wednesday, offers the following words for prompt: frustrate, indecent, understand




frustrated insect
indecent length of north-ing 
snowbirds understand
she craves timely offerings
migration to the southland


The butterfly image was created on Bamboo Fun Tablet with Adobe Photoshop Elements.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

M for ABC Wednesday

ABC WEDNESDAY ROUND 5: M



Mirrors reflect life. But I use them to reflect light.

The corner where my treadmill waits is a dark and boring spot, mentally and physically. With the addition of mirrors it changes complexion and replicates many of the objects I value which are in an opposite corner.

Tiny craft mirrors are glued to ribbon or set into jigsaw pieces. The larger ones showed up on clearance tables long ago.

Mind you, I NEVER look into them ~~ I try to avoid breakage with a passion that borders on paranoia.

If, perchance, my face and/or body shows up in a mirror I glance quickly at that stranger, offer a pleasant smile and nod before moving away in a blink.

Do you always recognize yourself in a mirror?


*My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.*
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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Haiku for One Single Impression

One Single Impression: Prompt 85: Talisman  Thanks to Joseph Harker of Naming Constellations for this week's prompt.




talisman
pins the blueberry sky
Jupiter



frost rimed charms
piled beneath nude trees
fall's fractals


Fractal created with Fractal Explorer.

My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.

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Thursday, October 08, 2009

Poem for RWP #95



Dear Isadora

madcap friends bare the blemish
and guilt deals a pick-up pardon
sings havoc for interpretation

like a mindless curl of wind
where faults live unfettered, your
nude-foot scatter scores a flinch

shrug and pout swirl under scarves
fall across the void on that decisive ride
frittered denial points into the dark

in pursuit of wild in the key of black
you fold with the nub of night
dawn discards, steals a curtain call




 
My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.
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Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Tanka for 3WW

ThomG, moderator of 3WW, posts the following three words for today's prompt: limit, fallow, vocal





fallow Palouse fields
fly gritty in the fall wind
squabbles rise like weeds
siblings spew vocal arrows
she spars to limit grievance


The image is a combination fractal, pen/ink and digital photo of a sunset.


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Tuesday, October 06, 2009

L for ABC Wednesday

ABC Wednesday offers the letter L for this week's prompt. Thanks!
Come play along...




Leaf

she discovered a brittle leaf
pale green and curled alone

picked it up and smiled
to find autumn in her hand

stretching her knotty fingers
she gently traced the veins

with hands that bore the signs
of seasons' multi-strings 

limbs shrug off their leaves
when summer drops the light


My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.

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Sunday, October 04, 2009

Haiku for One Single Impression

One Single Impression: Prompt 84: Descent: "Thanks to Sue of Sunflower Roots for this week's prompt, descent."


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fiery leaves
fall from limb to land
shooting stars

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alpine creek
bounces down the hills
windblown song


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Fractal created with MBFractal.

My poetry books North of Summer and South of Winter are currently available at Amazon and, as always, available from my LuluBookstore in print or as download.

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Thursday, October 01, 2009

For Read Write Poem #94

NADIR OF A SUMMIT

crisp suits and power ties
silken saris on pampered bodies
turn backs upon their own
for whom the axe now tolls

cleansed by camera’s eye
much as night hides the lie
they congregate in lands
where death is served as daily fare

those who'll never know
a stomach’s growl 
and those who looked away
to birth a plague

silken suits and power saris
give swag to tarnished hands
indisposed to heal those
for whom the axe now tolls

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