Not Me! - Poetry Tumble continues
August 29, 2007 | Filed Under Poetry | 2 Comments
Note: 3 WW is the post beneath this one, just scroll on down if you are hurried….
With the exception of the first poem in this series, I am taking the last line of one poem to begin the next poem. To read them in chronological order, together, as one work, please click on Poetry Tumble in the side bar, under pages. While you are there, read which poet’s line so enthralled me I begged to use it as my starting point. His poem, in its entirety is posted first, with his permission, of course.
Not Me!
Wilt in the face of its environment?
Not that mighty tree!
Not a human like me!
Shrivel in the face of heated words?
Not that mighty man!
Not little old me!
Cower behind locked doors?
Not cowboys or Indians!
Not the fighter I could be!
Hide behind a mommy’s skirt?
Not that blossoming young girl!
Not the me I have become!
Step beneath a father’s shadow?
Not that brave young boy!
Not the fighter inside me!
Lie behind a token smile?
Not the man who always frowns!
Not the me who’s caught off guard!
Shake in my boots as dawn approaches?
Not the sun who rises to light our day!
Not the me who embraces the day!
MeeAugraphie
08/29/07
Please, honor my copyright: do not copy my words without written permission. Thank you.
3WW - Opposites Attract
August 29, 2007 | Filed Under 3WW, Poetry | 12 Comments
Bone at If you ONLY READ one blog this year… runs a simple meme that can either drive your creativity to the brink of greatness or mediocrity. OK, that is not true, we do the driving part, all Bone does is call on our creativity via a simple prompt. In my words, he gives us three words (usually) and tells us to run with them.
This week’s words: Forgotten — Hotel — Obscure
When you’ve read mine — and commented — then rush off and read just how creative a bunch we are…. 3WW
Opposites Attract
I sit
forgotten
in an obscure hotel.
We both,
the hotel and I,
wait to be lifted
from our disrepair,
though its physical needs
are more apparent
than my emotional.
The warmth of its memories
creeps from the tattered
upholstery, its peeling
paint, but remains unseen –
as no one dares cross the threshold.
The warmth of my smile, frozen
gently in place during glory years,
lures visitors who smack into
an engineered glass wall
that reflects only what they
wish to see.
Laws of attraction, perhaps,
but –
is it possible for each of us
to assimilate the good of the other,
for this obscure hotel (and me)
to rise to our former glory,
no longer forgotten?
MeeAugraphie
08/29/07
Thank you for reading, for not copying my words, and, hopefully, for thinking about the possibilities of living life by assimilating the good.
Haiku - Berry
August 28, 2007 | Filed Under Haiku, Photo, Poetry | 9 Comments
One Deep Breath posted a wonderful prompt today: tiny pretty things… Visit them and follow the links to many many tiny pretty things.
soon deepens to color of
digestion’s palate
MeeAugraphie
08/28/07