#239 - Intense, Sunday Scribblings

I had trouble coming up with something for the prompt 'intense.' Guess I was feeling more lacksidasical. I started toying with it first, word-play:
Intense/ In tents/ In tenths/ In tent city
But I think I have finally come up with a rather intense little poem:


Ember eyes burning
Bitter hands clenching

Screaming:
So close
I smell tunafishsandwich
From lunch

Screaming:
So loud
I can’t hear a word

Screaming:
Uncontrollably
The words pour out
I can’t stop

Quotation re: poets

Poets are not afraid to drown. -Janet Frame

I don't know quite what this means, or why I am so drawn to it. Any ideas?

Magpie Tales #38

She entered the cemetery,
And ran a finger
Casually
Along the top of a tombestone
As she passed.

The chill night air
Blew back her short red dress,
Blew through her long red hair,
As she lifted her face
To the full moon
And smiled.

She stepped over
A tipped and broken headstone.
Stopped at the next,
A pristine marker,
And sat
Her shapely bottom down.

She pulled off her heels,
Stood
Throwing the shoes aside
And danced.

Poetry Potluck, love

I just found something called Poetry Potluck. Their writing prompt for this week is 'Love and Romance.' It actually made me think of a poem I already wrote...for Sunday Scribblings, so here is that one and another. :o)

Love
It strikes like a bolt of lightening
Out of the blue;
And we are left,
Wondering where to hide the bodies.


Let’s Pretend

Let’s pretend then, you and I
That we have wings and we can fly
Fast and far and wide and high
Up to the sun; all through the sky.

Let’s pretend then, you and me
That we can live beneath the sea
We’ll swim and float and wander free
And meet with octopi for tea.

Let’s pretend then, me and you
That we can love when the moon is new
Under the stars, in the cool, wet dew
And never doubt, or be untrue.
You won’t hurt me, I won’t hurt you.

Yes, let’s pretend….

Sunday Scribblings #238 - Curious

The Sunday Scribblings writing prompt 'Curious' made me think of The Olde Curiosity Shoppe, how curiosity killed the cat and how, for Alice, things got 'curiouser and curiouser.' Then, in a sutiably playful mood, I started thinking of things that made me curious, made me wonder:


Did you ever wonder
‘Bout when the world was new?
Or how to build a storm cloud
Using only frowns and dew?

And how do plants remember
To flower every spring
Do they consult a calendar?
Or tie a knot with string?

And what goes on inside that egg
Before the bird breaks free?
I’d use feathers, love and duct tape
If it was up to me

And Sun remembers every day
Just when to set and rise
What sort of watch does he possess
To carry through the skies?

So many curiosities
Are all around us here,
Some great and grand, some humble -
I wonder… don’t you, Dear?

Autumn

One more autumn picture for now.