Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Hair of the Dog

When you have a Husky
There's no way round
The volume of hair
That will surround
You
Tumbleweeds
Flow constantly
My floor becomes
A hairy sea
Hair in my clothes
Hair in my soup
I've no doubt
That hair's
In our poop
Yet at
Day's end
Who always greets
Me?
My smiling, wagging
Hairy Husky

This is offered up for Anthony's prompt to write about hair, at Dverse Poets dversepoets.com--This is our second Husky (mix--rescue) and we swore we wouldn't get another (Ha!) He definitely picked us, and it has been true love ever since.  Though the hair does get a bit overwhelming at times... ;-)

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Breaking Dawn

Why does dawn
Always bring a break?
Night's ebony shell cracks
Releasing rays of light
Dashing
A delicious dream
Breaking the fast
Be slow to
Say goodbye
Hear the heartstrings
Stretch with
The thump of a trunk
There's no looking back
While the car
Waddles over
Gravel and is
Gone in
The blink, blink, blink
Of a tailight

This is offered for Alan's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot. com, to pick a word for this New Year and write about it.  For some reason "dawn" has been in my mind and the poems that I've been writing, lately.  Perhaps a subconscious push at new beginnings, or maybe just rosy skies. The last lines have been hanging around in head ever since I saw an early morning farewell, on one of my many dog walks, it was nice to finally find them a home :-) Happy New Year everyone!!

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Pebble for Your Thoughts

It drops
A pebble thought
Spinning circles through
This fractured heart
Some pieces cannot
Be pushed together
Magnetic poles in
Opposition pushing
Away the tethers
That used to bind
Yet my mind
Stubbornly tries
To find
Where the pieces
Might fit
Wonders why
The shapes changed
Won't accept that
Some things
Can't be explained
And the pebbles
Keep falling
Like the rain

This is offered for Alan's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write about pebbles. (I love pebbles!) It's also inspired by last week's prompt to write about something broken.  I have a hard time letting go of things I love--that have broken--picture frames with a favorite photo, a missing earring from a favorite pair, friendships that for one reason or another ship-wreck.  I don't pursue the friendship once it's gone, but my brain seems to get stuck sometimes trying to sort out what happened...Hope that you're on happier thoughts today and that it's a lovely week :-)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Floating Phrases

Most days
I am a jellyfish
Trailing tentacles
Trying to trap
Tidbits, phrases
That feed my soul
Currents frequently
Curtail
My efforts
Sweeping a tasty verb
Or adjective
Into the depths
And in the Euphotic zone
We live for the light
While
Wishing for
A taste of
Something deeper

This is offered for Poetry Pantry at Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com. This image of a jellyfish capturing words with its tentacles has been rolling around my mind all week.  Feels good to finally release it :-).   The Euphotic zone is the part of the ocean where most of the creatures live, warm and well lit. Like my poetic voice which is usually light, yet intrigued by the darkness...

Be Your Own Starch, or Madlibs In The Treez (An Oulipo)

If a Palo front waves
Will young bucks wave back?
Or just nod at
Wawaskeesh slapping their palominos
On the sandarac
There's a gralloch of tuxilline
In the seal
And weakfish rarely see ita
Spending timid wishing on starch
But its timid to be your own starch
Light your own pathogen through
The trefs
And remember to wave
At palominos on the Wayne
(Evictees need a front)

This is offered for Victoria's prompt at dVersePoets dVersePoets.com to write an Oulipo. You take an existing poem and for every noun you replace it with a noun that is the 7th noun next in the dictionary. I've been writing and nothing has really jelled, so this is a good way to play.  :-). Happy weekend!!

Here's the definitions:

Palo (a town in Iowa)
Wawaskeesh (Indian name)
Sandarac (resin from a North African tree, genus Tetraclinus)
Gralloch (entrails of a dead deer--erk!)
Truxilline (alkaloid in cocoa)
Weakfish (any fish that has a tender mouth in North America)
Ita (a palm tree)
Tref (a hamlet in Britain from the pre-Saxon era)
Wayne ( occupational surname for a cartwright, cart builder)
Evictees (people who have been forced to leave their home)
Palominos (horses with golden colored coat on their bodies and a creamy mane and tail)



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Little Light Poetry

Luna was fully aglow
And roll-
ing in
Pillows of cumulo-
Nimbus
Playing now you
See me
Now you don't
While the sea
Restlessly shook
Her shoulders
Waited
For the light
To drape
Her diamonds
Down her chest
And
Let sparkles
Dance across
Her breast

A little sea poetry for Peggy at poetryjaam.blogspot.com, I had been waiting for the right prompt to use that image of the full moon. She was playing the other night, when I drove home, with the storm clouds. Lighting them up and then disappearing--it looked to me like she was rolling around and having fun 😊 Happy Wednesday!

Friday, September 5, 2014

A Part



Wikipedia. Rodin The Kiss 1889


We're a pair
The fit of fingers
Knuckles, hip, shoulder
Molded for each other
Or maybe it's from
Years of wear, snuggling
Together
Except it's always
Felt like finding my
Matching puzzle piece
Could almost hear the "click"
When my hand slipped into yours
And when you leave there's
Emptiness
In my day, heart, bed
That one kiss goodbye
Is never enough to keep away
Sigh filled skies
So hold me as tightly
As I do you
Both arms, pressed against
My flesh
And carry the memory
The feel of that moment
Until our lips meet again

This is offered for Bill Webb's prompt at Dverse Poets, dVersePoets.com, who challenged us to write real as Rilke wrote to a young poet. “write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty Describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember.” He also suggested that we look at Rodin and I was inspired by the sculpture of The Kiss.  It appears to me, that the woman has a more passionate hold, both arms around his neck.  Though perhaps if the man lifted his back arm, they'd fall over...anyway, my husband's been traveling a lot and so that's my Rilke every day reality.