Sketchy

photo by Mona Bouzarout ~ In memory of a man ~ flickr

You looked in the mirror

learning what is beyond

facial features…

Like the hand on the weight

scale, the head bouncing

leaned to the left or right.

You smile, then surprisingly

raise the brows,

learning how to think

a thought, perhaps.

Pulled corners of lips

and breathed fast,

exhaling on face

the mirror showed you…

Steamy, reflection

will puzzle us,

finger so many chances

to find real face…

Cloudy moments

'Snowstorm' by Maurice de Vlaminck

They stand weak-kneed, altered,

the grey-blue dim fright,

tears-icicles stuck

in the tops.

Still flutter, the life pirouetting,

spills stained laughter on

forgotten stumps/logs.

Aligned to walls,

guard lifeless silence,

neglected desires’

inner child.

Considered miserable,

the final decision

postponed, passed on to

snow storming 
vagrant.

Sunday Whirl 188

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales

Above as Below

Artwork by Cheryl Hrudka

Hmmm…whi-i-s-sper…snap, snap!

Flying above the bodies

a fear, hiding in creases of eyelids.

I balloon to the ceiling

aware of your poking nose,

chewing habits and ready

to kick feet.

The root rod keeps

here and now.

Your words rolling

multiple faces

mouths opened and closed

beard broad way down

hatching as reaching

the cracked concrete

seconds.

The miracle of 59 become 00

having too divine shape

the minute absorbs eternity…

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Abstract concrete motif

'Rapture with music' by Gholam Yunessi

At first

healthy

notorious motif

serving better

our toxic and fiery

purpose

turning tables,

ambiguous chairs,

letting stage be

our home,

we’re forging the reason,

emulated precarious

puzzles,

piano pauses,

words

accusing

the weight

over lurking pensive

floor lamps,

highlighted the

blooming Bonsai,

blurry painting

aligned with nodding

Hawaiian turtles. 

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Lingering jump

Highway ~ courtesy of Tess Kincaid

Settled in the restless

midst of night

I road two-sides ways.

The street lamps lights

highlight the margin line,

where soul mix & self-fix

toasty subtle skin

like ambrose within.

Yields the palate

of shadow hunt

I’m testing a lingering jump

quantum way

to embrace the winter hut.

A prisoner of four walls

I'm a ghost of

layered thoughts.

A fresh start shimmering

tends to spill.

Behind the veil

of closed eyes

the hint.

by Brenda Warren ~ Sunday Whirl

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Preoccupied PC

Art by Dale Frank, Australia

Oh, she hadn't turned off me the best,

So many viruses collected

And put them in the treasure chest.

Ah, what a wonder of selected mess,

So many images emerged,

When pressed ‘to show the request’.

So careless, to plug in back forgot,

Enjoyed the ‘couch potato’ movie -

That put me in the sleeping mode.

My job could be a joy, not a jolt,

If extra folders would be sorted,
Compressed on a disk under the code. 

Read more at: Creative Bloomings: Getting to work. 
"Write a poem about an inanimate object getting ready to perform its function." ~ Walter J Wojtanik

The Legend

Pulling strings/many hearts,

his heart opens to give,

to sink into music

Jacuzzi, release the

burden of life, to heal

the wounds, where it hurts.

At first, voice not strong,

not his voice, the guitar

solo touching the air,

testing the walls and

material values,

volumes of love returns.

Soul aligned in his wealth

with purpose, he amazes,

brings charisma, connects

all in one, quotes to put

hands together and

follow him in one breath.

Read more at: Imaginary gardens with real toads: Love of My Life

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