Yes, Friday Five this week is interesting. In a hurry, just skip to my third poem this post, the one I wish to share. I wrote the first “poem” yesterday, not realizing it was Thursday, and the anal retentive part of me does not do memes the day before. So, I wrote the second poem today, and it was that one that led to a serious poem on war, not technically a Friday Five as I left “Avocado” out. I chose not to rewrite it.
Michelle’s word choices: avocado – hemisphere – gasoline – ceiling – brick
Word Thoughts
Avocado equates guacamole
and sends my mind to foreign placesBrain won’t work with one hemisphere
teamwork is essential to lifeGasoline prices fueled curtailment of trips
and imagination fought back with electricity and vegetable oilWithout rafters and roofs we haven’t a complete room
but our hearts expand beneath the ceiling of skyBrick by brick, thought by thought, our life path is molded
as we stumble or march proudly all the way to the end.MeeAugraphie
04/03/08
Only in Dreams
One avocado does not Mexico make
nor bring the Southern Hemisphere up to my gateNo amount of gasoline will fuel my magic quest
for it is inside my headTwo bricks does not a ceiling make,
unless of course, they are merely drawn
onto drywallAlthough in my dreams, perhaps, I could have it all.
MeeAugraphie
04/04/08
Mortared Life
He placed one brick
upon another,
without mortar’s safety
for that word
took him back to foxholes
and equated with gunfire
and gasoline fed fires.It mattered not in which hemisphere
he built, you see…
for he knew ultimately evil was lurking
and ceilings of blue skies made of dreams
were no more protection than bricks laid
without that word…and so he smiled
and
dared them all
as he waited for the bricks to fall.
MeeAugraphie
04/04/08
i like all three of these.
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All three are good! I enjoyed watching you work your way from start to finish – the final poem is strong and surely valid. Great post!
wow.. you have been thinking up a storm today haven’t you.. the last poem is excellent as there is so much unevenness.. so much unfinished about im and his walls and his memories….
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Marcia, these are great works. I love the process that brought you to the last poem. War is a strong image and it definitely has no real closure for those men who are fighting for our freedom. My dad is a Vietnam Vet who still has personal battles to be won from his fighting in Vietnam. I loved these lines from poem one Without rafters and roofs we haven’t a complete room
but our hearts expand beneath the ceiling of sky. There is a truth that speaks within those lines, to me. Have a nice day.
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i agree.. they are beautiful vignettes of time…of your thoughts that tell the story…
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I like them all. The last one almost made me choke up with tears. It struck a chord, and reminded me of men I know.
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