I'm listening

'Fighting forms' by Franz Marc

I said: I’m listening…

the music takes its flight,

the nimble fingers waking up the angel flurries.

         

I’m listening

to bursting climax,

the stories’ birth in lightning glory.

The sounds circling

in a joyful jive,

so freely soaring and pause in ecstasy.

I know -  

simple way to life,

and feel through music,

channeling the love’s oasis.

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Hands of eternity

“This slow turning of eyes 

now able to see…”

E. Montale

Two balls, flashing in darkness,

observing, absorbed, adapting

to see the contours of bodies

and edges swaying away,

blurry becomes the beginning

of studying…

So there we are tracing

each other dreams, convexity

compliments concavity,

and between – insulation-

whole possibilities, where

No swaps with Yes

yin & yang principles…

Transparent soul, jester

playing with two eye balls

in his hands of eternity,

standup comedian-

the one, we afraid of, - a clown

why? ’cause reminds our 

hidden longing…

laughing out loud [lol].

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A treasure

Courtesy of Mama Zen

An amplified profane 

in his liberal mode

able to miss

the ancient

reverberation,

the call of

a shell drums

seemed to him

a quarrelsome

hum…

I treasure it.

Read more at:  Poetry Jam, 

Three Word Wednesday,

Imaginary gardens with real toads

Sunset

wallpapernono.com

I lower the tea bag,

a chamomile-orange,

in the hot water…

The sun’s slowly sinking

in the black sea…

We descend in unknown,

into acrid basement

of consciousness,

where old spirit dwells,

awaiting us for merci

on the edge of life,

sewing the seam

behind the needle

we blueprinted our path

recovering after encounters,

walk thru quarantines

of forgiveness -

face dramatic farce…

The sun’s slowly sinking

in the black sea…

I lower the tea bag,

a chamomile-orange,

in the hot water…

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, Poetry Jam

The match

photo by 5erg

Time in training

I never would trade

Travel to every

new station

Fill in the blanks:

Your train __

Your ticket __

Your price to pay __

We’re barbarians, beasts,

aspired to eat

every  'villain',

grew out of the ground

in the way,

with slurp,

risking to scratch the skin,

but never a soul

as long as we travel

with purpose

whenever your spirit

been called.

The challenge-

to recognize the match

inside to emotional burst

you came up against,

and when it’s painful,

you might recoil

at first…

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

Heart’s desire

by cutcaster.com

Dandelion unkempt head…

wouldn’t it be cruel

to follow its ghastly

thoughts…

though…

fragile, the parachutes

landed on fallow

soil…

would it be  a floret,

anticipated

by heart…

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

Bodies become the landscape

            Everything flows,

          everything changes…

                          Heraclitus

A river’s flowing from a distance

tortuous line on the map

loosely belting  the earth.

A river’s laving stones/bones,

collecting DNA codes

a crystallizing salt.

A river’s flowing along the trenches,

amplifying undone criticized

thoughts, deeds, debts…

under the bridges of spines

sipping the moaning water

since the cradle of humankind-

bodies become the landscape…

A river’s flowing through me,

and I know for sure:

found in future the artifact pile,

will prove to  offspring –

we were…we walked at the earth,

we were alive.

Image credit: walpaperup.com

Inspired by: PU Verse First: The Body Becomes The Landscape

Three Word Wednesday: amplify, criticize, moan

Poetry Jam: What Do You Know For Sure

Imaginary Garden with reaL toads: Get listed with Ed Pilolla

A long face

I was a mirror for his faces. The moment, when I forgot to return 

the Long one, but instead was writhing with laughter, - before my 

eyes to this day…

He became greasy, not to find a fault.

Insidious relationships have discontinued suddenly.                              

At the party, followed company’s meeting, we were involved in 

the game ‘White elephant’. The gifts, out of use, have been brought 

by everyone, wrapped elegantly and stacked in the center of the 

circle with players. On my turn, shaking the dices, I got double ‘5’, 

- won!

The gift, pulled from the center, I unwrapped later, at home.

Stylish box revealed flowers in a vase, the cyclamens. A little note 

on the bouquet said: Good-bye...

He resigned next day after the party. When I casually looked in the 

mirror, it has showed …a long face of mine.  

Image credit: www.scenicreflections.com

Click for more stories:  Three Word Wednesday: greasy, insidious, reveal

Kerry's Wednesday Challenge: The Language of flowers

Theme Thursday: Faces

Poetry Jam: Mirrors

Steps

It was dreadful day. Mom disapproved his new relationship.

Upset, lonely Toady decided to run.  But where?

Not far from home he noticed the steps. ‘Nice way to escape’.

Hastily skipping up, just in last moment he has noticed familiar

figures of …parents, looked toward him.

‘Welcome!’ -  invited the sign in their hands.

Reading the sign, Toady unconsciously touched it. Next moment

he felt sustained by clay, connected all three toads…

Toady has done fixing figurine. What the surprise for the  fiancé!

She’ll definitely approve his work. 

Poetry Jam: steps 

3WW: dreadful, hasty, sustain

Real Toads

Nice place

She said: It’s nice place.

He said: If we get meal on time.

She: Ah, happy faces!

He: Don’t twist your neck!

She: They all look at me!

He: Take off your glasses.

She: Why door’s closed?

He: All tickets are sold.

                  ~ * ~

He: Have all tickets been sold?

She: Yep, the door – closed.

He: Take off your glasses!

She: But all are looking at me!

He: Haven’t you hurt the neck?

She: Ah, happy faces!

He: Do we get ever meal on time?

She: What a nice place…

Poets United, Verse First ~ 'He said. She said.' Conversation,gossip or not.

Poetry Jam ~ Backward. Palindrome poem

Heavenly socks

“All socks go to heaven”

Anonymous

I saw a flock

offsuit flying socks

in the midst of afternoon

shocked …

when temp climbs up

to 90 degrees

they’re flying to North-

debris

of what so valuable

wear when cold –

unclaimed,

intending to fetch

socks’re flying

to match with others

free open hearted

socks

so if you notice them

staring at you

from happy received

feet –

know-they’re proud

couple who found

the way to fit.

Image credit:  www.palyvore.com

Theme Thursday: socks

d'Verse OpenLinkNight

Poetry Jam: lost

Prophecy

You sent this song to me –

no words,

just ellipses…

Two rests between the chords

to breath

spontaneously

I hum upbeat motive

in heart

with caution

How thoughtful your advice

to use

percussion

Laptop’s keyboard – in smoke

from open

‘Offices’

Add music, words to rhythm -

affirm

self prophecy…

Image credit: layoutsparks.com

for Poetry Jam 'The Sound of Silence'