Lanterns

Lanterns

They do not sleep;
they hide silvery secrets
under thick, worn skin

A whisper emerges
from shadows, Americans
standing in rows of granite–

they still their quivering souls,
the spirit of the outstretched
hand shakes in all seasons…

I feel the grip of hope and place
my hand to my heart , salute
the courageous, the lanterns

on the way. They do not sleep,
these everleaves, these heroes
stark and tall, like the tree.

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Submitting the above poem for d’Verse Open Link Night Week #50, inspired by this poem from Every Day Poems and TweetSpeak Poetry, “American Beech Trees” by Patricia Cook
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Lies

A wind that doesn’t blow
The wave that stays offshore–
does not break on land,
dissipates in the distance

A heavy cloud that won’t rain,
or capture the aura of the sun–
hoards the wares, obscures
the jeweled arc

True pearls
glow in the dark
Lies are puffs of air…

empty

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Sharing with d’Verse Open Link Night Week 49
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Dripping

Dripping

I remember Alabama summers
dripping like sweat on my skin,
melting like the ice cream cones
we’d buy at the outpost
on the edge of town, where
we’d lick our cares away.

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(This poem uses the word “outpost”.)

The above poem is being submitted to TS Poetry’s current contest, for a very special prize, and for a very special reason: Omk_tKYhf4c— the book highlighted in this video made a very special book list.  The contest information can be found here. Join in the poetry fun at http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com.

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Sign on the Dotted Line

Sign on the Dotted Line

If I give my heart, do I
succumb to surgery, allow
you to operate, carry
a scalpel and band-aids,
along with roses?

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The above poem is being submitted to TS Poetry’s current contest, for a very special prize, and for a very special reason: Omk_tKYhf4c— the book highlighted in this video made a very special book list. The above poem uses the operative word “operate”. 🙂 The contest information can be found here. Join in the poetry fun at http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com.

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Found Poem: Sewn on a Thread

Found Poem: Sewn on a Thread

A scarlet thread
Burns long, thin
Where I stand
Intersecting Sunday
And the corner
Around my heart–
Hungry for red.

I pull string taut
Tie knot
so needle won’t slip
I have tied you
Over and over again
yet the seam rips
under your sigh.

If the button didn’t fall
Slip out of the pocket
Get lost on a Sunday
I’d still be searching.

A few crimson threads
Fall to the floor
And  taste the hunger
Of belonging.

Can I say what is mine
And what is yours?
Can you tell me where
The scarlet thread ends?

I know the thread,
The very one
It pulls me to your neck
and unfolds like silk.

I’m a secret
sewn on a thread
Beauty wrought
In a hidden place…
Find me on Sunday
and tell me stories
of Red.

Though scarlet burns
I have no favorites
I wear all colors
on my skin.

He is scarlet
A coat of crimson
Covering me
Covering you
Tying us together
As one
No longer hanging
No longer alone.

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The above vignette is a  “found poem” , based on a poem written by L.L. Barkat, titled “Coated”, which can be read here. A found poem takes a word, phrase, and makes up a “found poem” based on the original. This found poem was written as part of the “May Play” challenge offered at www.tweetspeakpoetry.com, based on an “Every Day Poem”.
I’m sharing the above piece with d’Verse, Open Link Night Week 48, and also with the folks over at Tweetspeak Poetry. 🙂
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Arpeggio

I stop-
my songs hop across the sidewalk-
not minding cracks.
Looking back at your punctuated
stance, I question your audacity
to crescendo, to command
a repeat, re-phrase, your disregard
for standard common time, and I am
no longer under ar-rest.
You choose the ritardando-
and I see arpeggios
dancing around me in the sky.
I dismiss the refrain; dismantle staff,
scale the re-mains, flee from dissonance.
I pause- and pedal
my way home.

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Sharing with the community at d’Verse Poets for Open Link Night Week #46  … won’t you join us?
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Midnight Prayer

Midnight Prayer

It is not simply for
evening breeze, dark

pond, lustrous inky sky,
hum of crickets, cool

grass, and evensong of
creatures, that she

emerges. It is the lure
of soul awakening,

nudging, prodding,
drawing her into depths

visible only at night. She
roams moon-soaked fields,

slips in the swirling river,
as if caught in a ghost

story of a tragic lost
love. In the morning

she finds herself
where she started–

on bloody knees, halfway
between the dusk and dawn.

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Sharing with the poetic community at d’Verse for Open Link Night Week #45… won’t you join us?

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