Friday, March 28, 2014

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!



Sunday, March 23, 2014

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. 

Friday, March 21, 2014

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.


Sunday, March 16, 2014

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.


Sunday, March 9, 2014

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.

Friday, March 7, 2014

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.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

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.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

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?


Check out The Mag, formerly Magpie Tales.