Sunday, March 28, 2010

One Single Impression: Avatar

The prompt from onesingleimpression is "avatar".


Dream of the Division

She walks ahead of me into every room,
just by an inch.
Delicate preparation,
put-on face like sanded stucco.

me, Light shadow trails behind,
the illusory connection denied.

I keep dreaming someday
it will be the same, we will be.

This is what the collective longs for,
no more avatar,
one fluid being
with no hesitation,
just one long infinite
breath.

Haikubones: Two O'clock

The prompt for this week at haikubones is 2 o'clock. 


The crash came too quick;
dizzy with shock, all I know:
It was two o'clock




For some reason, I thought last weeks was "illogical" but it was "devotion". I am not sure why I was confused.  However, if you are interested in my illogical haiku, click here

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Six Word Saturday

I absolutely love Winston and Magnum!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Get Your Poem On

Read about this week's prompt at

Because I Loved You

Because I loved you
I could not speak.

Blue with babyness
still on my cheeks
a hearted fool
with silent lips;

oh, your lips
are like a thousand sundaes
drip
sweet cream
chocolatey
wish
of
pinkness

dreams,
dream  no more.

When the sun is gone,
Darkness is
Complete.

If you like my poetry, check out:
 
The Hidden

Friday Shoot-Out: Bridges in Black and White

This week's topic was suggested by Elaine from A Scattering who has a beautiful blog, so definitely check it out! 

When I saw that the topic was bridges, I was like, darn, if only this topic came next week!  Saturday I am travelling over a bridge into Philly to the airport to pick up M, who is visiting for her Spring Break.  For those of you not familiar with travelling from South Jersey into Philly, it requires going over a bridge, which includes views of other bridges--a good photo op.  So I archived it this week.
This is one that I took on an earlier trip to the airport (also to pick up M).  This was taken from the car crossing the bridge; don't worry, John was driving!  You can see another bridge in the distance.  We were on the Walt Whitman and I think the other bridge in the distance is the Ben Franklin.


This picture I took on Boston trip last year.  Can I just say what a cool place Boston is?   I just loved visiting and would definitely go again. 


I did not find many bridges in my archive so I used the "bridge of the nose" criteria.
I am wearing a Santa Hat--in case you were wondering what that white fluffy stuff was. 

And, of course, John of whom I love taking pictures (and he is very patient with me).

I shall end with a bridge haiku.

as the sun sinks slow
painting the sky purple-grey,
I cross the bridge home.

I hope you enjoyed!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Joyce's Hero






This poem I wrote in high school after reading James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Signet Classics)

Joyce's Hero

Black birds glide like winged shadows
In the soft violet air.

The hero looks on, silent and thinking,
seeing prophesies unfold above him.

Dreams, yet untold of youth, foolishness,
Epiphanies and childish love flash in his mind.

He waits, his arms still,
Listening to the call of his winged brethren.

He remembers being scorched and drowned, falling.
He watches the skies deepen into purple.
 
 
If you have a past creation or memory you want to share, leave your link!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Haiku Bones: Illogical



The prompt for this week is haiku bones is illogical.

Freedom to be the
gypsy, silk and wind, hesitance
seems illogical.

Love's cage closes slow,
escape so easy, like a
rushing red river

of silk, a nomad
running away into fire.
I shall not move.

One Single Impression: Aura

The prompt this week from One Single Impression is "Aura".  Here is my go at it:

When you awake,
drag on your socks,
stumble to the closet,
my hand goes to the sheet,
searches for your ghost.

I find your warm aura,
glowing a soft indigo;
the window in my heart opens up,
welcomes the sky, the sun, the wind.

I gulp it in full reverie
as my fingers hover
softly over your vibration.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Six Word Saturday




So happy the sunshine has arrived!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Friday Shoot-Out: Favorite Color

This week's topic was chosen by Doreen whose blog is Reflections.  The assignment is favorite color--perfect for a photography assignment!!

When I was younger, I always said my favorite color was red.

As I got older, I came to the realization that my favorite color changes from day-to-day, sometimes moment to moment.

Pink is such a wonderful color.

Sometimes, the contrast is what creates the beauty of a color.
Sometimes it's the beauty of the season, the burning colors of fall, flaming bright before the long sleep of winter.

Sometimes, it's the bluest eyes of a Siamese cat.

Or the blue of the sky, a gift for anyone that can see.

Indigo at twilight is magical and the black of the tree's silhoette mysterious.
And who doesn't love purple?

Even white can be entrancing, romantic, and beautiful.  So, I no longer have a single favorite color; there is just so much beauty in the world.
So, have a seat and enjoy the view!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Get Your Poem On



Here is my poem based on prompt #118. 

The New Joy

Your eyes like a turquoise sky
make me fumble like a five cent strumpet.
I thought I knew how to wear this costume
of strength, seem like the mirror of resilience.

I drank the cup of your magenta heart,
fell asleep in your mist.  My furtive dreams
melted away, like nonpareils left in the sun.

I'll water the ferns, make the beds,
not let the dust build
to hold your lion soul.
Pray for death's motor-coach
to come slow,
oh, come slow.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Silent Movie






This poem I wrote when I was about fifteen.  I'm not sure what inspired it since it was twenty years ago!  Hope you enjoy!
 
Silent Movie
 
The fortress of my mind opens
Like the sky,
the grey steel of twilight
strengthens my thoughts
to come forth vividly,
Such dreary madness inspires
color,
The thoughts are of you,
In a black suit
holding out fingers to
grasp my pale, shivering hand;
 
My eyes fall to your
Blood-red boutonniere,
A death rose
In a room of white.
A slow beat emanates from
a high-tech sound box;
 
This is a dream
forming in the sky screen,
A mind movie,
It makes me hate you,
Your thoughts are false,
I close my brain,
The night has come.
 

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Poem: Falling Asleep at Dawn


The prompt for onesingleimpression is murmur.

Falling Asleep at Dawn

the rain's soft murmur
paints faces against glass,
its own form of water
melting into the room.

Light plays against the walls
flowing down into our throats
into the center, glowing plexus

Murmurs make their way
across the air, a flow of energy
melting into light.

I am light, I am mist,
I disappear.



If you like my poems, you can see more at:
the hunger
cage
indigo
saying i love you at the beach

Haiku for haikubones

The prompt from haikubones is "pregnant". 


Stars burn their brightest
pregnant with their own collapse.
I once loved you most.


If you like my haikus, you can read some more at:
haiku
haiku-fall



Saturday, March 13, 2010

Six Word Saturday



The rain washes it all away.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Get Your Poem On #117



When I was five,

my father told me
how people got drug
out to sea, if they went
too far out--
he smiles as he
crests a wave;
his own vessel
afloat in the Atlantic;
Italian Buddha.

Ever since, I have
to walk through a wall
of fear to get past
the breakers.

When I was twenty two,
I fell in love with someone
who never knew,
who had an aerobic instructor
dental hygenist girlfriend
perfecting his life.
We went to the Atlantic
many times;
My skin never touched water.

Friday Shoot-Out: Wrought Iron

I always say that the topic for FSO is a great idea.  I guess because I always learn something and enjoy all the varieties of topics!  In order to stop being redundant, I guess it makes more sense to just say what I like about each particular assignment.  What I liked about this one, wrought iron, suggested by Jarielyn from writeplacewritechick, is that wrought iron has such beautiful designs.  That is why I wish I had spent more time on this assignment.  As I was driving home from work, I noticed so many wonderful wrought iron designs!  But, I just ran out of time.  For the pictures I did take, I played around with color a little bit.  I had fun doing it.  As an inexperienced photographer, I like to play around to try to get a feel for it.  I'm basically just trying to have fun with the whole experience.  FSO has really helped me have fun in this way, which is one of the reasons I love it! 
I think I'll end with a haiku--just for the fun of it!

wrought iron heart
twisted, curved, bent in the fire.
it shall not move.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Retro-Wednesday: Poem

Every Wednesday, I am going to share with you a poem I wrote several years ago. I am posting it simply because I like to share my poetry and I have a lot of poems from my past. If you would like to join me in honoring your creative past, feel free to share your link below--it can be a memory, a poem, a photograph, a drawing, whatever you feel like!



The following is a poem I wrote about fifteen years ago:

Memory

We dance in a cafe,
Nicotine mist makes a spell
around us.

How sweet this night,
The coffee scents,
the stained porcelain,
Your mocha eyes...

We do not mention immortality;
It is delicious and unnecessary.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

One Single Impression and Haikubones

Has it been another week already!!! The prompt from  haikubones is infestation:


(John's daughter painted the above picture on a whim.)

Your love was disease,
crimson, juicy, decadent.
magic infestation.

The prompt from onesingleimpression is hesitation:


Kiss

Amy Winehouse played
on the radio
singing "no,no,no"

I watched the curve
of your tanned face.

I sing along,
you smile,
I've never even smoked
a cigarette.

I'm stalling
for the moment
wonder if you know
what I'm waiting for.

Fiona Apple comes on next
and I cringe--
enough of these skinny girls
singing
being so meaningful.

Your lips tender
seem to hesitate,

I draw in my breath
across the universe
that is between us.


If you enjoy my poems, here are some more:
haiku: fraught
sestina: rainy day existentialist

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Six Word Saturday

I am going to get organized.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Poem: Beacon



The prompt for readwrite poem is a photo by h.koppdelaney called "Charon".  You can see more of this artist's work at http://www.flickr.com/photos/h-k-d/2513509197/



Beacon

A light shined
in a far off bay,
reflected on water
like gold
to call me home.

If you like my poetry, you can check out some of my other poems at:
winter awakening
winter watch
love poem in a snow storm
sleep and running

Friday Shoot-Out: In Remembrance

This week's assignment comes from Chef E.  The idea is to honor those we have lost.  Although Chef E pointed out that this may not be a typical FSO, I think it is a wonderful idea!  I think it is always a great idea to take the time to remember those we loved who were lost as well as remember those who died as part of wars and political conflicts.  The picture above is from a visit to the Vietnam Memorial where people still left items for those that they loved and missed. 
We also visited the Lincoln Memorial on our visit to DC which was a great experience!
On a more personal note, I lost my cat Godiva in October 2008.  I had gone out for a garage sale at my sister's.  When I got home, I found her.  She looked like she died in her sleep.  She was thirteen so she had a good life.  She was a very nice cat and I miss her quite a bit.
So, for all those that have been lost, I send out a prayer of love and peace.

I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to see others' FSO!