Quickly. Quickly now.

..

Tell the sky
she’s bold and beautiful
and vast and strong.

Tell the ocean
she’s got someplace
else to go.

Tell the world
we’ve got a song
to sing to all these spaces,

broken places stitched
together with ash
and string.

Hold this thing,
this thunder-thrum I am,
and in my last breath,
I just might give you
these two wor(l)ds:

……….carry me

………………………{home}.

 

 

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Prompted by Quickly. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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tutus in twos

…

we shall dawn-don them
in turquoise and purple
and crinoline glee,
bobby socks fort
knox blocks trees
ready for (s)wings.

you hold my kazoo,
and i’ll dance
for you
while we wait
on that wily
(coyote)
……….moon.

 

..

 

Dandelion Fluff

..

They say
size doesn’t matter
and then they say
dream big,
but I prefer these tiny breaths
and the way the breeze
teases my heart
into flight.

You blink
at all that sacred spotlight;
I think
I’ll save myself
in 40 winks
and some slight
semblance of phrase,
or perhaps days
spent listening
to all these dragon clouds.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides.

 

 

Intricate Dragons

We are so much
more than all these scales
and skin.

See our scorched
breath scald the sky; hold
our quick
-silver moon
blood in
the kite strings of veins.

Taste the truth
of talons.

Set us
        (held, and holy)
free, and watch
us fly.

 

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It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Come play! 

of thrones

we reign and roam
in intricate stone
-faced poker skies.

you raise; i’ll fold
my hands and praise
the storms that rise.

we deal and dwell
in joy that’s spelled
in sorrow’s songs.

you show; i’ll tell
the world to play,
before tomorrow’s gone.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides.

 

 

 

 

 

Slipped (Gin) Fizz

That’s the biz
(all the buzz);
pour me a giggle-glug
and let’s muttermurmurmutter
hiss
our way to the kerplunk crunk
…………..(rumble-rustle-rush)
of phrase.

These days,
we all hoot and hum,
jangle thumbs at days and days
…and days
of ding-dong ditches and flip
-flop flutter, life’s hard knocks
and tick-tock.

Throw in a can-do
swoosh
and some waffle-wacked
wallop, too.

Cha-ching. Zing.

(Achoo.)

……………..(Ah, God bless you.)

 

Bjorn’s got a fun one over at dVerse today. In case you can’t tell, we’re playing with sound. Come on over! 

 

 

 

 

Play, and other Sacred Grounds

..

We’re merry
(go-round
and round and round)
enough, thank you.

For once,
we’ll take a generous
portion of swing
and sway
,

with a poem on the
(other)
………………..s(l)ide.

 

..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.