Celtic enigma

shadows of leaves

cover the open holes

her flute forgotten

                                      © Jane Reichhold

&

celtic enigma

channeling hearts

                                   
                                                                  © humbird

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Overcome

pinterest.com ~ art by V.Braucci

Last night

rollercoasting

the world’s been raced through me.

I saw all those organic faces above

huddled around circle-jug-well

finger with beam-ray-eye

into us,

boasting:

this ‘s our family-

strong spirits,

vulnerable hearts,

what an experience!

Pulsating stars

Writing Prompt #155 Collage #21

She said: in your brain’s tree

bright pulsating stars;

let them spin and flicker.

If fall – into the hummock

of dreams; long fettered,

hearts come alive

one for each that you take

on the whimsical wings

in the keyhole of truth…

through the journey of

passed by bus routes

and leaves

books, so dear

returned for the coin

& smile…

enchanted,

her fingers

pulling invisible string

blue smooth veil of dawn

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Read more at MLMM Writing Prompt #155 Collage #21

Sunday Whirl ~ Six for Wednesday 

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry #298

Off the hinges

Albert Finch ~ MLMM

I thought of product

which I am

at dense earth,

grounded & survive

under your tears, sky…

Once I got seeded,

grew, the sprouts

found direction

of their own path

and twigs crooked:

some exclamatory,

but most -  inquiring 3D

space, getting this

‘aha’ moments

at times, penetrated

by stars, overwhelmed

by depth of senses

& experience the

denial deja vu of druids...

                         Our spiritual origin,

the process I’m

embarking on now, -

not fitting in a wooden

stencil of wardrobe,

and my transparency

requires neither

the fashionable

modern suite nor

tapestry…

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Photo Challenge #108

Retrogrades

by Teri Malo

Taking alternative route at night

my bus lost its bearings, we found ourselves

inclined to one side, in a ditch

followed “one-by-one” command, in silence

squeezed our muscle-guts-throats, while eggs fell from

the shelf to floor between seats…, - in the

window…

was it a grey-rain-day-Mercury

taken advantage of retrogrades?..

anyway, we reviewed our days,

years, people and states  - all being well, laughing

out loud, walked away leaving the bus

in a stopper mode on a verge…

live in a moment

sliding in the deep ditch

enjoy the journey

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry #297

Ikebana

~ Magpie Tales ~ 

Her ikebana*

has been found

by pale

bricks.

The Archaeopteryx bird

a feather, claws

stuck in a crown

grid.

The burnt out heart

entwined in

the cells and skin

net.

Who sang an epiphany

around the old pond's

fence nailed

neck?

Read more at: Magpie Tales 

Hunger in the sky...

Javed Jalil~Innocence with the hungry tide

A.

I was  about

fleeting nature of

being taken the space 

& hunger of mind 

between weekend rituals

and sunny hopes

chasing each rain &

promises,  snow in April

taken their lily of the valley

once more prolonged spring

into summer

self-indulged in the

quiet hum while

new - crying to show

its ugly inadequate

form & even blue

sky delayed its sunny

smile, catching

the change paradigm

of all concerned

in its mirrored reflection…

B.

in meantime we

reject the soul touch

to sip the freedom

of irregular disarray

while the hunger

settled

in the sky

washed the dry fields,

fear burst

the unlocked

tenderness

while world celebrates

the power to paddle

wore off passion

& torn the chains of

Love & vulnerable

gardens…

C.

self-bullied,

suppressing

the love

and care about

others guilt

less knowing

real blind spot

abandoned soul

forgot the voice

of innocent child

within the body

crying to release

heal and commit

to growth…

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