big yellow bus

poem for We Write Poems, prompt (#50) First lines! Write a poem that begins with the line, “I’m willing to eat…” (then whatever next). big yellow bus I’m willing to eat a big yellow bus.  In heavy traffic or light, maybe like godzilla would, Japanese tourists and all.  Vitamins you know. Especially the digital cameras, they’re really [...]

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What mother doesn’t say

What mother doesn’t say Conform to a contour of sky, allow to cool, pronounce a name, given thus – a fool in paradise. A purposeful fit found by inches, by words. Some might say, doubtful grace. Holding sentiment kin to heart. So slight then the word frayed by ambling hooves as can render sight by [...]

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Half-shells, number one

Self-indulgent? Perhaps. Probably. What choice sometimes? Half-shells, number one Words are sticks are stones they have weight they are not birds. Each uttered is a birth delivered a solstice falling into long earth. Brush strokes on canvas more thousands now. But we don’t count. All threads, like the call unanswered last night. Another now eyes [...]

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Ella’s song

written for the We Write Poems community read the prompt, then read other’s responses too prompt by Nicole Nicholson, Singer, Sing Me a Song Not my common choice musically, nor is music much my better suit, yet still, this is what landed. I say “draft” in abject humility. The poetry of this song’s lyrics are [...]

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Winter pebbles

read write prompt #105, borrowed words by Deb Scott Says Deb, This week brings a different kind of Read Write (Word) Prompt. These words are from the first stanza of one of my favorite poet’s work. I’ll tell you who it is, and give you a link to the poem these words are derived from [...]

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Sister lost

Sister lost You called my name before my voice broke from dawn, entered day. Your nile dark braid of hair, a sister’s rope to pull me from the river flood. Tall yet near. Your hand a cradled nest. That photograph. My eyes found yours. I’m sure they did. No milky sky could confuse. No olive [...]

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Darkly humorous

Darkly humorous   Where is dark?   Is it under this book?  No, just my desk. Around the corner, under those old clothes? Just a carpet, green shag.  Shucks!   Oh yes, the refrigerator!  Surely here. Darn, that pesky bulb.  Every time!   Is it in the closet perhaps?  Not when I open the door!  [...]

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Moonrise

Moonrise     Moon rises fair and fleece. Dark crow upon the fence outside. Night thought, like snow concealed.   Lies dance like fireflies. Have you noticed that?   Between sight and thought, pane of glass, invisible, soft.   Yet touch that shallow moon and all outside comes within, dressing you.   Warmth of finger [...]

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