Good Bye Dave

He jumped a passing songtrain,

with no reassurance
the plan's still on track...
The net is fragile --
there's the rub.

They were the first to catch
the note of grief
and the first to say

 'tis time to go at last! 

The wind is slowly rising
and will take you.

I miss 'em like hell.

These 55 words are for G-man at FF55, but they are also for fellow poet Dave King.  Over at dVerse Brian told us of Dave’s death, and of the friendship that had developed between the two of them even though they had never met.  And then he went on to talk about friendship in general and suggested we write about either Dave specifically, or friendship, particularly the friendships that have grown through writing and blogging.  I chose to write my 55 words about Dave King.  In fact these words belong to Dave King.  In some previous prompt somewhere (yes, I’m too lazy to look it up for you – please just take my word for it) there was a challenge to combine lines and parts of lines from other poets’ works to create something new and original.  And, as Dave was a better, more thoughtful poet than I, that’s what I did here.  This poem is pieced together with bits of the following poems written by Dave King:

“A Silly Little Nonsense Poem”, "I Miss Me Hot Flushes!", “Where To?”, “The Great Exchange”, "The Trees Are Pulling Up Their Roots" and “Fishing” (not in that order).

I’m pretty sure there is a name for this other than plagiarism, but I can’t remember that either.  And I may have changed a pronoun or a tense here or there.   And as for Dave King, even though I’d never met him in person, “I miss ‘em like hell.”

On Time

     Image by crilleb50

“We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.”  -H.G. Wells

I wait for the 12:15 miracle.

It’s late,

but still I sit and wait.

How else will I get to Schenectady?

Written for The Mag creative writing group.  Click on the link and check it out.

Sorted Book Poetry

Walk on the ledge

to the lighthouse.

Chant

a circle of quiet.

The other wind

echoes

the sum of our days.

Samuel Peralta has at dVerse Poets Pub has challenged us to find hidden poetry.  Using book titles select and group them so the titles can be read in sequence.  This is also called sorted-book poetry.  It brings an entirely new meaning to the phrase "poetry books!"  Click on the link and check it out for yourself.

Dark Circus

     Image from Yagurete System

In my dreams

you wait for me

in dark, secret places,

welcoming me

to the midnight circus.

The Ring Master bows;

the show begins.

“In the center ring we have…”

I smell

sawdust and dung and cotton candy.

Then the Ring Master asks

for a volunteer,

and I realize

I’m being shot from the cannon.

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

Treasure

Fingers reach

to collect

coral, shells,

stones and bones

littered across

memory’s beach.

Sands collect,

water disburses,

air feeds fire.

We stir the cauldron,

and reflect.

Bury your treasure deep -

golden moments,

silvery seconds -

no matter the lock,

they will not keep.

This is for both IGRT and The Mag.  The first image, via Grace, is by the very talented artist Kathryn Dyche Dechairo and the map is provided by the also very talented Tess Kincaid.  Clink on the links and check out both of these writing sites. 

Sky Flowers

Sky flower melody

sings me back home.

I breathe deep the sweet perfume

of hope.

Written for IGRT where Hannah has provided some gorgeous inspiration and asked us to write that is somehow haunted and/or hungry.  Click on the link and check it out!

Wishing Well

I carry secrets

like stones in my pockets

They click together, heavy,

as I move forward.

One day

I will take my

secret stones,

smooth and worn,

and throw them

in a deep well,

never to be

found.

And when I look down

I will see one sparkling,

gem among the stones.

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