The Art and Science of Desire

     Image: medanth.wikispaces.com

It seems my want

has a half-life.

No matter

how long you are gone

there is still

some longing left.

And with even

the smallest bit

I can reconstitute it,

whole,

like a geneticist

reconstructing

the now redundant

Dodo

from a tiny strand

of DNA;

despite the Law 

of Diminishing Returns.


This, of course, is for G-man and his final FF55.  Thank you for all the great Fridays that turned into kick-ass weekends.   We all love ya, and we miss ya already Galen!

Un-civilized

     Inspire Wings by Ella of Ella's Edge

There is a place

no steel-tongue, stone-eyed

traps are set

no barbed-wire boundaries strung

nor poisoned pans

laid out

there is a place,

a compass-cornered alcove,

where grey wind goes

as it rushes past

there is a place

in star-crooned skies

the moon resides

with all her lovely faces 

there is a place

the waters gather

to listen to the sirens sing

in deep-chambered blues

there is a place

behind dream-kissed eyes,

each night,

I slip the leash

This is for the Sunday mini-challenge over in the garden at IGRT.  Click on the link and check it out.  We were instructed to write about our inner wild woman, and I didn't really do that.  Instead I ended up writing about these lovely, wild havens.   Oh well.... And, I should add I've also tried my hand at kenning (creating a new word by combining existing words...sort of), which Bjorn Rudberg explains so well at dVerse.  Once again I am too slow to link up, but you should still check it out anyway.  Besides his interesting and thorough explanation you'll find some brilliant poems. 

Village Life

     Happy Tree by Sunita Khedekar

Underneath the Happy Tree

we build our village:

cozy houses

whose stout roofs never leak,

warm, copper kitchens

that smell of fresh-baked bread,

and bedrooms

with down-filled dreams

folded at the foot

of each and every bed.

We are so snug and smug

sometimes we forget

to look to the sky

and see the souls fly home.

This is for both G-man and his FF55  and Grace at dVerse.  Click on the links and check them out.  Ok, I missed the dVerse deadline to link up, but you should still go there and check out all the beautiful art work and the talented writers' responses.

Why I Hope God has a Sense of Humor

     Feast in the House of Simon, El Greco

"God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh." - H. L. Mencken

Matthew 26:6, "Now when Jesus was in Bethany, at the home of Simon the leper," 

Jesus: Hey Simon – what do you call a leper taking a bath? 

Simon: No idea Jesus, what?

Jesus: Stew!

All assembled: *groan*

Check out The Mag creative writing group for more responses to the image by El Greco.

Abandoned

     Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit by Bonnie Beechler

Why do you leave me

like this when you know housekeeping

is not my strong suit?

Check out The Mag for more responses, or add your own, to the prompt by the lovely Tess Kincaid.

After the Storm

Dear Dorothy,

It’s so lonely here in Kansas

without you. 

I’ve picked a bouquet

of flying monkeys;

I only hope they don’t wilt

before you get back.

The hour glass

seems to be stuck

and I can’t tell

the good witches

from the bad

anymore.

Hurry home.

Love,

Toto

P.S. You forgot your shoes

This is for G-man and his FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Manifesto-Shamanifesto

I write to order the storm

I write to save myself

I write to know 

what I think

and what I feel

I write the way NASA sends signals into space

offered up

without expectation

This is for dVerse, where Gay asked us to come up with a writing Manifesto.  I don't know if this is quite a manifesto, but it's why I write, mostly.

Dream

    The Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau

Pull another dream from your jar

my Bohemian love.

Are you naked?

Flying?  

Chased by wild animals?

Or lost in the empty spaces between the stars?

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