Miner

Whatcha diggin’ for?
Gold?
Ocean?
China?

Some finer ex
-pression of
heart
mind
old soul?

Here’s the dirt:
Keep close, I
think; that’s my
impression. Give
more than you
take, live small. Love
big.

Bridges are crossed
turned
burned
spurned
every day, Love.
Take one, or don’t.

But stop searching
in the mud
when the sky
is waiting.


Wordled.

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Towers

……

Let your hair down,
girl, a waterfall of gold,
a tressed staircase lead
-ing straight back up
to your own
heart.

You were happy once, re
………..-member?
right before
you dropped your last part
-iciple. Gravity’s a funny
thing. It stings. Swing
for the fences; it’s still
all gotta come tumbling
………………….down
………………….down
………………….down.
 


Prompted by Quickly in September, day 22

 

 

 

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spewing that sticky nasty sap

….

she needs a nap, or a snap
decision, some closure of
pant(s)
and rant
and reason.
she needs a season of rest,
a trestle to lean on.

it’s all a trap, and she needs
a new bap
        ……….(tism)
about the head to snap
out of it, a flapping of
wings and a tree
to count rings, and
all those finer things
in life that stick
and stay.

or better yet, just get her
a mocha caramel frappe
and stay
out of her way.

 


Prompted by a phrase from my Shawna. :)

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Kissing Frogs

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Artist: Charles Burchfield

 

………………………………..Consider the lily

pad, mad in its moonly
spill, filled with reflection
and promise. Consider
………….the crane, deigning to
touch down to earth
when sky beckons. Con
……………………-sider the creature
of habit: beating heart, rib
……………-biting away in its own un
-quiet cage, reckoning the
…………………search for a fonder place
to hide. Consider the
…………..lady and the lake; pond
-er how many indigo steps
it takes
…………………………………..to get to the other side.


Prompted by Quickly in September, day 21.

 

 

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All Magic Comes with a Price

….
Here,
her secrets, spilled:

She’s not classy,
but she’s true.

She’s still
learning to feel at home
in her own
rumpled, still skin.

She doesn’t care
for the high
society, glitter
-ati, millionaire
scene.

She has no need
……..for gold,
or other things spun.

She’s just longing
for a name
that doesn’t feel
like a stranger’s tongue
in her mouth.

 

….
Prompted by Quickly in September, day 20.

 

 

 

 

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In Her Hollow

…..

See that forest, and those trees
surrounding? They’re drowning
in their own un
-sea. Magic her a tiny cottage
with no wailings, a trail of
breadcrumbs she can bake
into something with a thicker
crust. Pull the ivy closer, re
-lease the smell of salt
or lake or something strong to
slake her weary thirst. Shade
in some turquoise, may
-be take down
those gingerbread doors and
let in the breeze. Let her
feel the
……..(lack of)
rain on her face, her own
small hands un
-wringing, her voice
unsinging her own syllables.

Lean near; these trees
may have some things
to say.

Don’t stray
…….too far.
There may
be wolves.

 

 

….
….
Prompted by Quickly in September, day 19

 

 

 

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Spin


Counter
-clockwise is best, against
the grain,
across axis and all the other
false-drawn lines in between.

Put on your best blush
-colored shades
(future’s so bright you gotta),
and your Cheshire Cat
grin. Drink deep of joy,
Love. You’re ready
to be
-gin.
….

Prompted by Quickly in September, day 18.
 

 

 

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