Tag: poem

reflections on walking the dog (20160824)

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i’m afraid of the last time
i’m going to walk the dog
it’s not that he’s sick
mind you
he seems to be
in pretty good health
though he’s missing most of his teeth
and has more years on him than any dog
i’ve ever had

but it’s the not knowing the last walk
will be the last walk
that grinds its teeth
in my ear when i lean over to pet him
or wave the air frantically
because of his secret gas attack
so secret
that if it’s silent
he doesn’t even notice it

so i have to remind myself
to not get impatient
or tug at the leash
when he want’s to stop
and sniff ever message on our walk
i don’t want the last thing
i said to him to be
hurry up

púca (20160822)

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long-eared
dark-skinned
grass eater
speaking with a human tongue

what a frightful beast
under the moon
are your lips red with blood
or just the dew

i’ll give you a fine silk suit
if only you will help me
finish this bit of labor
though i know it is a sin to ask a boon

i think farmer mcgregor had best
be wary of you
and not take the offer of a ride
from a strange black horse

games for adults (20160821)

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we could always play hide and seek
she says
though i know what it is she
wants to hide (her heart)
and what it is she really
wants me to seek (her approval)

but i’m game for anything
so i close my eyes
and begin to count

i don’t reach three
before she is gone
she doesn’t leave an echo
just a footprint on my chest

eden in fair weather (20160820)

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this garden fruit and soft summer colors
you come to me in the shade
world relaxed, murmurs of
bees and no lonely blossoms
though soon gentle eden will know
wild wind, wet rain, winter frost

——

for
Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge

everybody’s happy (20160819)

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these rooms overflow, voices ringing with laughter
i too let my voice, a small bell, ring with laughter

but it’s false and hollow in my ears, fakery
of the worst kind. they watch me, ringing with laughter

because they see inside, they smell the rot of me
their noses wrinkle, their throats catch, stifled laughter

ah, if only i could slip away unseen now
then they could resume, a profound choir of laughter

but i stay where i am, eyes on my back, my neck
cadaver cold, waiting for the end of laughter

——

for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry Challenge: Gazahl

Updated August Open Mic

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Yes, the fabulous, if somewhat naughty, Rose pinged the Open Mic page, and pinged it rather hard. Go listen to it, at her very own site.

And I said I would post a new reading for everyone that comes in for the rest of the month, so here you are.

summerless blood

 

courier (20160816)

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that weight on my shoulders
it is no feather
nor unbearable

i will carry us

carry you
carry me

through brambles
through flame
through disaster

i will be the disaster

so will you

we will not emerge
unscathed
but we will emerge
together

i would fit you in my pocket
if i could
but
you already fit in my heart
in that spot between my shoulder blades
where our wings emerge

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Carry