Sunday deal

Manchester by R.A.D. Stainforth ~ courtesy by Tess Kincaid

Spring back on the streets

pop up attitude

piercing the clouds…

Umbrella –

my little moon,

my shelter;

me – move

measuring shadows

on the urban pavement;

You – climbing

impalpable

on each rainy string

in search for open portal

of tears and precipitations, -

perception not added

to taxes, bills, forms…

the billow covers

existence,

the fiery call

I hear on distance

the song pattern

drumming in crafty

repair frame…

I sing it to stay

in presence

of rain.

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Silvertongue *

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Leafing through book

Searching for gold

Undecidedly…

The carpet pattern

Taking the shape, looming in

Impalpable...

Will the pirate ship

with all sails set cruising

through the church windows…

The wish

Like a cuckoo

In the nest of her heart…

* Name of the central book character. Reading “Inkheart” by Cornelia Funke ~ Ch. 18 “Treasure Island”. Translated from the German by Anthea Bell.

Captivation

by hilariagalleries ~ pinterest

Receding moon ring

burst light between Earth and Sun

the diamond imprint

           I keep in my heart the spring
                                   Insight, a matching island…

Read more at: Mid-Week Motif PU ~ Captivity with Susan

Heeding Haiku With HA Mindlovemisery's Menagerie : Spring

Vernalagnia

~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie~

Blueprints warn,

tucked into chapeau hat.

Clue, ideas’ puree

feather/string adorned.

Flow through heart -

tongues blocked/burned –

wild dream,

walking trim

earthy flower art.

Stolen end,

torture bitter tears,

worries-fears -

step in clay to mend.

Passed in sleep,

am I at beginning

trust-weaving

with my eyes unzipped?

by Brenda Warren

Vernalagnia is the romantic mood heralded by spring. Flowers in bloom, the opening of the chrysalis, reproduction cycles, sunshine and downpour, renewal.

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

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Divergence

'Divergence' by Mara Light

The bridge above

abyss of odds

unhitch with jerk,

when time is ripe…

The sudden move –

priorities to stride,

or straddle in

the shocking bolt of light.

Turbulent mind

The Scream by Edvard Munch

Prominence annoyed…

He speaks in stern voice

To rotate an affection

     To hide into penumbra

    To burst in love flares later

                   &

Hushed, turbulent pain

Transmits in radiant zone

'Love lights the whole sky'…*

* The last line - from poetry of 14 century by Hafiz

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, Mid-Week Motif PU, 

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Heeding Haiku with HA

Pink Potpourri

Photo Credits: Beata Cervin ~ Neeraj ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Pink

balloons

sweet heart drops

flying

up.

Swing

air bolls

carrying hopes

vapor

sap.

Strings

unseen

pulled in void

hand of

wiz.

Stream

thru skin

sachet/pot-

pourri haunt

breeze.

Read more at: Photo Challenge, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, d'Verse Poetics: Winds of March

In the car of ginny...

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In the car of ginny

gotten of the bottle

feelings burst…

All dressed up,

three wishes – gone,

captured. Next step – unsettled…

After all, life comes to rustling leaves, days-dry…

with a deck of ‘if’,

bittersweet tears,

and no stopping monkey-mind,

calling ‘blasphemy’

every step and try…

While I’d recall

the chain of signs,

symbols’ prophecy.

Light wind chime

through the sea shells

singing jive…

After all, life comes to simple ways  facing sky…

whole, born in

plagued desire

to the will to

keeping dawn alive

in the sun & rainy day
                within…

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Sunday Whirl

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Hit or miss

Tarot ~ 5 of Swords

1.

Empty Victory. Swords

cooled down.

We shake our sleeves

as circus clowns

in hope to hear

a rooster claim

of owning the world

of sun & sovereignty;

at least to hold

the scepter to stamp

a new rule:

‘execute-no-pardon’

cock-a’doodle-doo!

           

            ~ ~ ~

            

Tarot ~ 2 of Cups

2.

Thirsty?Unwrinkled,the neck

bend/beauty bawl/bow

to simple/seems/seed,

feel feet/fit/fed

close to earth

needs.

C(all)/bear native/naïve

relative?

Collaborate!

No sense/nonsense/

phlegmatic/shy?

7…8…9…

No dogma. Wait.

Your desire.

Labor for all –

Just call.

Collaborate.

Read more at: d'Verse Poetic Confession

Sensations pained me, faceless…*

flickr ~ photo by Stuart Anthony

My hand seems heavy

at your brow,

I sense the tension…

Marky clouds, mates

at neighborhood you move

away soon

worrying of fitting in…         

You’re lying drained

Coursing roots,

The parents, mothering

too long to try your

own brain & blood

still rained on the path,

the ghosts are lurking

in the shadows through

leaves, mute voices

clanging on the twigs…

Till bathed in the lotus

curved pose, you breathe

relentlessly, releasing

blocks and blames

through capillaries

and veins – inhaling

heavenly poured bliss…

The dark intentions

drowning deeply

fertilizing sprouts
                        feast…

* The line of poem 'Night' by Wole Soyinka. 

Read more at: Sunday Mini challenge, Imaginary gardens with real toads

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Beyond 10 words

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So quiet.

   Engine

      lulled before

         stopped.

            Dead flies.

              Iron Gate.

          * * *

Pale twilight. Ruined castle.

The selfish Giant

Garden is here.

         

         * * *

Dustfinger whispered.

Greedy to books

Poor church mouse

Aunt Elinor.

 Reading “Inkheart” by Cornelia Funke  ~ Ch.4 A House full of books.
Read more at d'Verse MTB

Distance

etsy ~ art by AbstractArtM

A major factor in human affairs

Pythagorean pants

Constrained by dance duration

Time perspective

Free from PC to PC

Relative. Cure. Not the key.

Read more at: Theme Thursday

Insight

Stock-photo

‘Catch me not’   

Flickering eyes

The poetic thought beckoning...

Then flits in the morning air

Not unfurling

Yielding the path to

Egocentric “I”

messy and envious

calculating

a scheming and ruthless plan

of conformity.

Perched at the windowsill

preaching the patience

sagacious muse.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday