Irregular ode

~ Image courtesy of Georgia/Bastet ~

When sun is perching on horizon

and colors carousel my eyes

the day is setting, or it’s rising…

how’d you advise?

Sky darkens…some hues maybe leaving

acute night vision ever faint…

when minor mood change so evident

would you pretend?

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Morning Glory

~ Megan Duncanson Madart~

Briskly reeling along trees & bushes the misty streams prevail the common sense. Blowing the yearning through the vessels/hose the air mass drives doubts seeds in their grounding intention to the earth.

While repentant martyrs stones desperately ask fiery dawn of forgiveness, a chance to start over, - the bathed spray/healed troubles slide sonorously back into the heart’s crevices,

infusing music

ancient sitar witnesses joy

first drop on leaf palm

by MMT

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Sunday's Whirligig #48

Collage 17: you made me feel

~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie ~

You made me feel

so exceptional

so casual & painful

in same time

as day’s sun

penetrated the shoulders,

the retina of our eyes

teasing & tearing

the shadows apart

dared us to wear

sunglasses

to look in the

darkness first

at the corners at

gates closed

for strangers

and gods –

starving hermits

at home with

guitar soul plucking the

last whole strings

of touchless mosaic

treasury chest

blurry patterns

of which we create

in disguise…

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A ship of sheared sheep

chasing my integrity

I engulf all broken

remains of self

from pilgrim basket

with jagged sorrow…

. . . .

Every sheared sheep

starts over/rushes in

the swirling water

smelling at distance

the huge field

of juicy grass

makes just head swim

building fearful grimace

grows more wool

missing the wise advice:

slow & steady wins…

. . . .

chasing my integrity

I engulf all broken

remains of self

from pilgrim basket

with jagged sorrow…

by MMT

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Pleasant messages

by artist/photographer Marlene Burns

The day smiles

with no sun glasses

I’d not noticed you

testing

the hands converting shoulders

tired of temperance

at surface snow/rain

inches/degrees of temptation

debris of winter businesses

under the cool sun

stopped seeing it as disaster

eye to eye signature

we say:

this or better, we’re grateful

wet or dried

when a silica sand

in withered asphalt

the pavement isn't  slippery

our numb/wild joints stiff

jumping jacks & jello help

release the blocked flow

feel our aggregates & wheels?

some pain relief, at least

we alive,

breath satisfyingly

recording

trembling voice mixed with

delta music for insomnia

slight accent

don’t disturb

frozen ears & eyes

looking wide open to distant wall

with new window-screen

kids game

screech-screaming after the school

what a music for soul after 24/7

heater’s  ommm….

we deaf …loudly

call each other

on barbarian languages

send messages different

from urban smelled porches

for leaf on the tree

not by misfortune

growing here,

now flowed away…

that another life

waiting for friends

going on…

pleasant messages

the winds channel

at Sunday’s brunch

for local crows

such release…

I’m here too,

smell…breathe…through

Sunday's Whirligig #46 by MMT

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So much depends upon...

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So much depends upon the card

you pulled of pack, where have been born

the spread, the suite, symbolic art,

the colors/numbers’ vertebra.

So much depends upon the side

you driven to bestride the way

with mirror reflecting lie

unclear patterns, - to refrain.

So much depends upon the will

when you decide to move, transfer

under celestial stars – reveal

your inner power fearless spur.

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One step

'Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech

 you will ever regret' ~ Ambrose Bierce. Surreal cup ~ pinterest

One step aside

when passed

transition

bridge - ..

to fall

in cool, uneasy waters

to swim in stream;

for others – to look as

in no need for help

while paddling as a hell

to reach the borders…

what next on that

unpleasant roads,

not comfy unexplored

ways,

no trails,

not even steps,

but cup has filled

with a risky ambrose…

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Preface

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In camouflage of yellow

abundance palm

aligned dust, the cobwebs,

the road puzzle

with detours,

denied one-ways,

amalgam of ventures

at the bridge

by the crossroads

lost in darkness

of goodbyes;

behind ten swords

impaled spine & points

denoting rest and mute

resentment voice;

two fingers struggled,

sign of peace.

The archetype

of Martyr.

veiled view

february storms

neglected snowflakes veiled view

through translucent door

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