100 Tuesdays

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100 Tuesdays

Dribbling
out of a hundred Tuesdays
are scratches carved black and white
on mimed paper of zeros and ones.

Words
etched

and sounds
stretched
becoming sketches of experiences lived
drawn to adorn the soul with frivolity and grace.

Lines and stanzas echoing humanity’s glory
tears
spilling
oceans
to

swim.

Emotions journey through the surreal
to the dark side
of the enlightened psyche

to find a glowing seed
sprouting dVerse.

Written for #OLN in honor of dVerse poets celebrating #week100  

 

Puppet Strings

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2013-05-21 16.08.19

Puppet Strings

Age pulls at my skin
forcing wrinkles to crumple cheeks.
My once limber and strong back
now moans if I bend
for too long. Yet the puppet strings
controlling the words
that escape my gaping mouth
never seem to lose their elasticity.

I wonder how time bends
to meet the mind’s understanding
and how the night sky only changes
with the proximity of the sun
while a day is measured
as if there are no wrinkles in time
and though the sun does not wear its own dial.

So how can it be:
that wounds are healed by time,
that childhood dreams
are meant to be put way,
and that my words are still tied
to yesterday?
Hand me that pair of scissors
it is time to live impulsively.

Written and shared for #OLN at dVerse with Joseph Hesch behind the bar.

Free Venus!

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Hello Everyone!

To celebrate my life I am passing out a few gifts!

Today (Friday 3) and Tomorrow (Saturday the 4) Venus Transit: A Snapshot in Haiku & Poetry will be free. If you have not bought a copy, celebrate with me and add this poetry chapbook to your Kindle library! http://goo.gl/vH25N

Thank you!

If you would like a short preview of the e-book you can check out the book trailer:

A Welcomed Visitor

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A Welcomed Visitor

2013-04-30 17.25.32

Today you came back
and brought the sun with you.
The neighborhood
celebrates full gusto.
Lawnmowers move
like synchronized swimmers
leaving rippled lines
in the greening grasses.
Sprinklers spin and sputter water
like a firework display.
White wine sparkles
in narrow stemmed glasses
Cardinals swing
on a safflower feeder
and robins with muddy beaks
peck for more worms.
Children fill the park
to show you who can swing
the highest and slide the fastest,
expressions of their gratitude.
They so wish you could stay
“for good this time.”
But we all know the forecast
has snow. So we learn
to take-in spring when she comes
and relish her warmth.

Written for dVerse Open Link Night 94 hosted by Grace