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From outside my kitchen

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Written as a tilus for B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond and inspired by Toads instapoetry prompt. We were asked to go to our window, take a photo, and write down a few words about the image.

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Earthquake 101

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standing my own ground

and holding my own

while you play games of

‘let’s pull the rug out

from under her feet’

is shaky business

The Story of He & She

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picking up pieces of broken hearts

shattered slowly along the way

fervent failed attempts to love

dull and dusty embers

souls that sparked to life

when first they met

he and she

destined

fate

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Written as a nonet for NaPoWriMo where the prompt challenges us to write a poem that tells a story, but with the twist that the poem tells the story backwards with the first line being what actually happened last!

 

 

You Don’t Know What Love Is

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Goodbye

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Breathing

Heaving

Leaving

Grieving

Excavate by breathing; heaving dross

Exhale through the leaving; grieving loss

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Written as a tyburn.

Shadow Poetry describes the tyburn as: “A six line poem consisting of 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9 syllables. The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second, third, and fourth lines as the 5th through 8th syllables.”

Dead Horses

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I fancy myself a horse trainer

in the wild, wild west frontiers

of my impossible mind

where I believe

if I try hard enough

I can lead a dead horse to water

and even, miraculously, make it drink

 

so, across the desert

one can see me

dragging the rotting flesh

of these heavy beasts

under a scorching sun

begging, pleading,

sweating, toiling

in abject futility

 

Old Woman watches

in sorrow

for misguided spirit girl

wasting her time on dead horses

when those bones were meant to rest

 

spirits find their wings

of freedom

not with dead horses

but

by flying south

with the living birds

Healing Wound

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don’t hide your scar

the prophet said

the wound is

the entrance for Light

 

so close your eyes

climb the naked hills

to purge yourself

of all unholy sin

 

catch a vision

of the Fire within

and heal thyself

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Written for The Sunday Whirl and inspired by the following quote:

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” –Rumi

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