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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Mask

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mASK me
I can be anyone you want, just
mASK me
I can be naughty or nice
Sweet or nasty
Your angel or
your whore
It's really all the same
Trick
Treat me however you wish
Pretend you don't know my name
Know my shame vanishes under the mask
So mASK me.


inspired by a glance around our local Halloween costume store in the Women's section, where every costume, it seemed, was overtly sexual and provocative

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Bloom

I planted oleander along the path to my door
You plucked one
and tucked it behind your ear

You made a bouquet
of the marigolds and tulips
and tossed it into the air; it became
sunlight

In my window box, love lies bleeding
You planted snowdrops
to stanch the blood

You stood with me
beneath the willow's branches
and waited
until the rain stopped
and the sun dripped on us
like warm, sweet butter.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry's Wed. Challenge, The Language of Flowers


key to flower symbolism:

oleander - warning
marigold - grief, pain
yellow tulip - hopeless love
love lies bleeding (amaranthus) - hopelessness
snowdrop - hope, consolation
willow - sadness

Monday, October 21, 2013

Two Tanka

Fall leaves red as blood
Cling to branches like pin pricks
Biding time until
Heavy, they drop to the ground
Pooling in crimson puddles.

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The cherry blossoms
Hold spring in their clenched, pink fists
The essence of hope
Released in falling petals
Soft and shy as new love's blush.


submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, My Thoughts onTanka, Pt. 2

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Behind Blue Eyes

dog by scavengercat808
You peek at life through your high fence
Hide behind bared teeth and demon growl
but your eyes betray
Behind blue eyes lies the soul of a pup
who wants only to be told he's good
to feel gentle strokes upon his barrel chest
and to hear,
again and again,
that I am yours
and you are mine.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 190