Building

I’m a traveler

but I do not travel light.

I bring many bags

filled with heavy bricks I use

to build a circumscribed wall.

You unpack your bags

and set the bricks between us.

Eyes meet, and I place

 my hand on yours.  Together,

from the wall, we build a path.

This is for the  dVerse open link night. Click on the link and check out some of the many offerings there.  This poetry form is called a somonka.  It is comprised of two tankas ( 5/7/5/7/7 syllables per line)   written as love letters–each tanka from one of two lovers.  It’s the poetic prompt from yesterday for the November PAD (poen a day) at Writer's Digest Poetic Asides.  And I'm linking it to day so, yes, once again I’m fashionably late.  

Recurrection Reunion

     Resurrection Reunion 2 by Stanley Spencer

What the hell?

Here I am, back again;

dirt up my nose and in my ears,

amid all these crazy people

in woolen stockings.

When time bends over, double

and we step

across the fold

to back-here-again,

then dinosaur oil slicks

knit back

into shining, bone-hard whiteness

covered over in leather-flesh

filled with being.

Dusty tombs

fill with reconstituted blood and juices,

fresh flesh,

so succulent and tender,

lips again kissable

tongues speaking, shrieking

hands pulling aside

death shrouds.
And feet,

my feet,

in woolen stockings

amid all these crazy people;

dirt up my nose and in my ears.

Here I am, back again.

What the hell?

This is for the The Mag creative writing group and also the Nobember PAD prompt from Writer's Digest.  Click on the links and check them out.

And Then November

I don’t see you come

but I feel your cold breath

on my back.

Your gaze stoops my shoulders

and I wither

inside,

curling in

around the dark

like the petals of a flower.

A dozen shades

of brown and grey

fill my eyes.

A killing frost is coming;

I must prepare the ground.

This is for G-man and his FF55.  I missed you all the last couple weeks! 

And this is also for d'Verse where Claudia wants us to write about color, and for  Writers' Digest PAD (writing prompts for November's poem a day challenge).  Today's challenge was "appear" and I tried to do it without using the word itself.