Archive for February, 2008

Rosy Cheeks’ Front Door

Poetry | Posted by MeeAugraphie
Feb 28 2008

Rough draft of my first attempt at a song… well, except for a lullaby.
Hmm, music maestro?

She can’t contain her emotions
they spill onto the floor
bursting forth from bright blue eyes
down rosy cheeks’ front door

You would think the soulful sight
would cause his heart to break
and send a message to his mind
of all that was at stake

He looked through colored glasses
that hid her soul from view
He looked through colored glasses
to see all but what was true

Her heart was surely broken
even a child could see
that she was broken inside out
and could not let it be

It mattered not how many years
she’d held him in her heart
nor whether he had earned her love
right from the very start

He looked through colored glasses
that hid her soul from view
He looked through colored glasses
to see all but what was true

MeeAugraphie
02/28/08

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Hell, perhaps

Life balance, Poetry | Posted by MeeAugraphie
Feb 28 2008

Hell, Perhaps

Perhaps, there is no hell as some believe.

Perhaps, hell is not down there
nor even the entirety of our experiences on earth.

Perhaps, instead, hell is more personal
- and a matter of degrees -
(other than Centigrade or Celsius or Fahrenheit or points on a circle)

Perhaps, hell is our Muse needing the approval or applause of others
and weaving itself securely in our hearts and minds
so that whether we recognize good in our art form or not…
we still need the others — because Muse does.

Perhaps, hell is not that at all,
but our inner need to share what we have to give
with the one person who is hunting for it,
yet we are unequipped to know which one is
the one
and settle for false applause and cheers,
our inner need rarely met.

Perhaps hell is merely your residing in an artist’s soul,
waiting for them to develop you further,
to dig deeper,
to encrust you in more angst than you earned on your own
before you are splattered to land in air, on paper, or canvas
as soulful notes, asserted words, molded clay, or painted strokes,
for people to love, rage over, admire, or ignore….
I suppose the latter depends on which hell level you made it to.

MeeAugraphie
02/28/08

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Some Days

Life balance, Poetry | Posted by MeeAugraphie
Feb 28 2008

Some Days

Some days suck
no matter if you reach
inside
and pull out pieces of
self-esteem
(fictional or otherwise)
and marvel at them.

It is not enough.

Some days suck
no matter if another
speaks glowingly
of all you are
(in honest words)
and you cannot deny them.

It is not enough.

Some days suck
no matter what.
I suppose it is
really about numbers.
Are some days few
and far between or
today, yesterday, and tomorrow?
as long as it is
only some days
as opposed to
all days,
the possibility exists
either
the day before yesterday
or
the day after tomorrow

won’t suck.

MeeAugraphie
02/28/08

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3WW – The Apology

3WW, Poetry | Posted by MeeAugraphie
Feb 27 2008

I love Bone! OK, make that I love a good prompt! Check out the words of all the writers who participate in his Three Word Wednesday. You will be so glad you did!

Oh, the three words: Apology – Consider – Distant

The Apology


Madam Constantine,

Consider my apology
but a distant memory
soon to fade from
your lackluster mind
for I fear new information
has reached my heart
and I must, in good conscience,
withdraw my most heartfelt words
and,
rather than replace them
with words heated in more than
mere disdain, I simply ask
that you consider my apology
and me
but a distant memory
soon to fade.

Cordially,

Frances Albert Smythe, III

MeeAugraphie
02/27/08

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Monday Mural – Hearts’ Muse?

Monday Mural, Poetry | Posted by MeeAugraphie
Feb 26 2008

Monday Mural! What visual prompt do you think brought these words to mind? Check it out at Michelle’s Poefusion and while you are there see where it sent the other writers!

Heart’s Muse?

Her
fingers caress
metal strands


strike a chord

while
moonlight seeks
soul’s distress


tide comes in

his
feet tread on
faltered smiles


hearts obsess

while
caught between
breezes flow

minds confess

MeeAugraphie
02/26/08

Yes, I edited some, and had to work harder than normal with the pattern (once it started unbidden). I also tried different stanza splits before settling on this one…

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