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

Friday, January 30, 2015

Lavender Memories

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If I could paint
I would paint the two of us walking
in a field of lavender
The sun warm on our faces
The bees dancing around our ankles
but never stinging because
we are so full of joy there is no room
for pain
You would tuck a sprig of lavender
behind my ear
I would nestle one in your shirt pocket
We would walk hand in hand
swinging our arms like kids
singing songs we make up
When we get home
I would place the blossoms between
dictionary pages so that when we open it,
scented memories would waft over us
This is what I would paint
if I could paint.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Transforming Friday w/Nature's Wonders

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Moth Heart

I never fell for magic tricks
until I fell for you
You knew my cards
before I looked at them
Cut people in half
and made them whole
I was mesmerized

You made my heart disappear
under a silk handkerchief
and left in its place
a moth
The flutter of its wings
felt so much like heartbeats
I barely noticed it was missing
until the moth flew away
like one of your magic doves

I keep hoping you will return
to make me whole again.

submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 255

Monday, January 26, 2015

Nature Bestows Strength

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Nature bestows strength on her children
Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice
and the delicate flower is the most tenacious

Every living thing strives toward growth
Struggles to survive even the unsurvivable
Nature bestows strength on her children

Within the grinding chaos and nattering chatter
A breeze whispers through spring grasses 
Sometimes, we listen to the quietest voice

Storms bring down the grandest oak
A lone blossom pushes through a littered sidewalk toward the sun
The delicate flower is the most tenacious.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Play It Again Toads #13, Hedgewitch's Cascade Challenge

Friday, January 23, 2015

Don't

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Boy, give me a burger
I don't want that ribeye steak
I need a little sugar, but
don't bake me a whole cake
I'll stain my lips with grape juice
Don't go pouring a French wine
I won't eat no lobster, but
your sausage mighty fine!
I don't need no gourmet dinner
I'm not really in the mood
Boy, you know just what I crave
I'm hungry for fast food!

69 words for Mama Zen's Words Count at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads