before you fall apart...

MLMM ~ Writing Prompt #163, Collage #25

Cheer, cheer…

and cardinal appears -

a cycle, season’s call

keep faith

through year of days and nights

despite the errors

a broken branch

sometimes not fatal -

the sign of growth

a leaf, a fruit, a flower

you’re too big for fragile tree

stand tall – to feel your power

before you fall apart

the task – to recreate,

to plant new sprouts

Read more at: MLMM Writing Prompt #163, Collage #25

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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

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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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The Phantom Words Lead

Mountains.

High & Low peaks.

Crooked smoke

of spoken words

phantom pebbles

thrown into water

name of God

in the light

of unknown

three...

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl #244

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Black dogs

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They showed up yet in the dream

admonishing tread mingling with

dark night,

their black background skin

entwined stars roundelay

caressed

subconscious mind

lurking in the corner

in every look

she’s begun to accept

the helplessness of world,

futility to control and measure.

***

black dogs stopped

shadow side of the moon

this time 

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Solar*ache

Portrait of Isabella Saltonstall by George Stubbs 

1765-1775

fantasy

a faerie queen…

they mystified her

between

earth & luna

polarity basis

( when I started

google for everything,

even end-ism?)

ignoring uncertainty

negative clouds

close by…

sunny & openly

trying to catch

wiggling tail

of horsey wisdom –

beauty we follow

not always physical

smile overlapped

half-transparent

aura of V-s

today – on the peak of

perceptual ecstasy,

tomorrow – 50/50

serene bottom line…

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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?

Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond: Irregular Od

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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

Read more at: Mid-Week Motif: Martyrdom 

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille

Sunday's Whirligig #48

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

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #47,  Three Word Wednesday

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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

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 

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Altered digest

by Sally Cooper ~ examiner.com

A snap!

                                     prestidigitator’s fingers

                                     transported winter to east       

                                     the miracles of sparkled 

                                     whites at nights  

                                     juxtaposed with people at houses 

                                     now involved uncluttering 

                                     what’s not worked 

 

                                     revenues arrive 

                                     on time 

                                     to count and forget 

                                     the warm fall from the wall, 

                                     the urgent call to wake up 

                                     to ripe lives foliage… 

  

                                     though the moon insists 

                                     to get going 

                                     to fling with zest 

                                     to find, complete, 

                                     bring to harvest 

                                     your best 

                                     a project desires blessings 

 

                                     and even Death 

 

                                     not sitting anymore 

                                     in first row & laugh - 

                                     strong, riding the horse 

                                     with a flag of new 

                                     beginning, rebirth; 

 

                                     and falling castle 

                                     surprises us 

                                     with sudden changes 

                                     routine pristine 

                                     destroyed to let in 

                                     something novel, 

                                     ambitious… 

 

                                     the road is clear 

                                     just embark on 

                                     the path and meet 

                                     someone bright, 

                                     ask his name 

                                     and insights 

                                     on why...  

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Snow returns

Artfire.com ~ Winter Blooms ~ © yen2014

                       Chilly, even birds

                    hiding in a pine tree needle clutch

                    cheeping shyly

                     echoing between newborn

                    white bloomed bushes

                    happy school kids' noise

                   snow returns...

                    soft as a baby kiss

                   showering my path

                   memory of falls

                   snow balls, the flakes & letters

                   gusty wind brought back

                   coughing, - the Santa -

                   I've recognized him-

                   tired man

                   clearing  snowy gifts

                   no robe, swaying old-man's walk

                   at his back yard

                   shoveling...

                   the sorrow 

                    bright & timeless

                  a new-year hope

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Snow gift

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                      Today sun
                      greets & meets, the shrine
                      shines the road
                      of morn strut
                      through scarf, tighten boots, behind
                      the sprinkled white wall

                      I sense luck,
                      the future novel...
                     Jan in rush
                     to show odds,
                     to quash the needless trash well
                     last year was as new...


Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond

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Squares

 Anne Worner “Don’t Fall In” CC BY 2.0 ~ flickr.com

Squares…

arrow where we meet

committed the following

wing-clipped

it’s fatal

at all the sizes

as we step in footstep

ape-creatures

chores, our day’s eye

design filled with

ease – sometimes white

bright – you look back

ache, hurt to be one

unapproved – switch

itch/inch to black

echoing squares…

Read more at: Photo Challenge at Mindloveisery's Menagerie

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Circular poem

The patterns go

flow – vertical, horizontal

tall and short, throughout

out I go when tired

red makes me believe

leaves have second life

strive I drink pure water

tore the pages of past

at last I can write much more

bored? not – always at new

venue to discover what tickle

call from empowered fates

fades the patterns’ go…

Read  more at:  B&P's Shadorma & Beyond: circular poem

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Distorted colors

Dear souls

passed over to the next room

in silence

they know, feel

appear in the placid moment

our thoughts

touching surface

a tissue of growing

self-planted forest

trees and bushes

to mark the security

shape truth

the obituary

evoked by distorted colors

so resonant life

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

First snow

pinterest.com

*

night walk

where did the full moon hide

gratitude

**

seasonal greetings

I taste snow morning

in old shoes

***

first steps

the wind stumbles in the snow

every year

Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

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The thought

painting by Rubens Peale

I had the thought

hasn’t reached the pen

hasn’t made to field

of lines and spaces

tides and ebbs.

Its flesh filled fall

drifts in the holy mist

light cloud

above abyss’

hidden secrets.

Tamed magpie

hazelnut eye pass

a glitter ring in the beak

who dares to lost

the last word to speak…

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Magpie Tales , The Sunday Whirl 

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Forever falling

etsy ~ Emily Newman Art

*

Transparent

become thinner and thinner

the falling leaves

**

go on

follow to the next page

I turn slowly

***

my calendar

keeps winter days under cover

age to treasure

****

new colors and shades

throughout each breath

my palette

*****

reversible

the hidden suppressed cells

meaning of life

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