Gram

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I remember you in cinnamon
and nutmeg, and frosted
Santas with cinnamon eyes,
Oh what a beautiful morning
sung out of tune and with a
whole beautiful heart. A dozen
cousins clamoring for sweets,
attention, pinched cheeks.
Trips “Downtown” by bus,
where you bought me fragile
figurines and tiny pens. Waiting
for Grandpa on the rail tracks,
carrying his “dinner bucket”
and whistling. Firefly porch
-lights and formica tables,
and pulling down hung-dry
clothes; scent of sunshine.

I remember you meeting
my boy, your first great
-grandchild. Oh, I love him,
you murmured, and rocked
him for hours.

Oh, how you loved
……………us all.

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Written for Quickly, Day 19.

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Implosion

(a Sestina)
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She’s a building set to fall,
shrink-wrapped waters
stalling, some sudden movement
who’s outlived her charms,
a blooming flash
of bravado hook

-ed on some half-built husk. Hook
her spice to Fall
leaves, keystone question her flash
and she’ll tell you water’s
sacred, full of mermaid charms
and sacred movement.

Watch the movement
of the sea, fishhook
dangling firework charms
and grace from fall
-ing far. Stabbing waters
cut deep, sunlight flash

dashed on rock, flash
-flood tears on the move, meant
to calm these tumbled waters.
Her heart’s a pirate’s hook,
some fake performance piece to fall
to his abandoned charms.

Shelled and shipped, she charms,
shuddering down in a flash.
With a whimper, her fall
-ing grace is surprise movement
even a double stabbing hook
cannot pierce in earthquake waters.

A jewel of quiet steel, she waters
waves with grace and grief, charms
temblors not to hook
her center. Flash
her a smile, some movement
of your own stone heart. She’ll fall.

Set to fall in quiet waters,
she knows her movement has its charms.
And in a flash, she’s off the hook.

 

 

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Following Margo over to Oulipost for today’s crazy challenge: a Sestina weaved from phrases and words found only in the newspaper. Some of my verbs are from the homepage of the Las Vegas Sun, but mostly I am oh, so thankful for this well-verbed article.

 

 

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Jasper

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Color her some
-thing earthen,
greenblack and waiting.

Carve her of
porcelain sky,
edges curled to meet the sun.

Calcify her truth;
her heart a spotted,
speckled stone.
 

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Cornflower


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Ooooo. The sky is the color of my
wedding dress,
I breathe
into your shoulder. I mean
cornflower, of course,
carefully chosen all those
years ago to be most definitively
………….(definitely)
………………….NOT
purple.

Yes, you smile, say periwinkle
for perhaps the one hundredth time,
with a twinkle in your eye
that mirrors, matches
………..all this blue.

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Written for Poetic Asides, Day 19.

 

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Scattered Skies and Lies

(a Fib)

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For
give
my salt.
Not my fault
you found my cloudy
core. Now that everything has fall
-en from above, how can we love these silver linings?
There’s a cold front moving in here
and one thing is clear:
the end of
this storm
is
near.

 

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Dive Loss, A Post Pal

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Neater safe root, ruse is:
dove loose, pose to plea.
(Was carted by love, all knot.)
Oath per no coo: if door keens, soot.

Hey, look! My name! Deaf, through claim –
nose fob. Salt rock, ship,
……………id.
Net rim, rook,
ably say ma met our clue.

Hex goons. Bet dove, lee, sue.
Post peel one thou, Sir.
                ………….(Run, Ovid!)

Mint noise has no tea. Craved
by some, and stirs no caster.
Too wise from door
and 100,000 yours.

Go.

……….Whine no norms.

 

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Followed Margo over to Oulipost for some Homoconsonantism fun. What is it? Click and see. ;) Source article here.

 

 

 

 

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Broken Clouds

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She swallows storms.

We watch the blue horizon
as the sky begins its scrum.

Brave the wind, stay.
……….Pray.
…………….Buy umbrellas.

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