Truth Unearthed - Friday Five

April 25, 2008 | Filed Under Friday 5, NaPoWriMo, Poetry | 5 Comments 

Five simple words chosen by Michelle of Poefusion each week. It is amazing where they take us all.

splinter - distractions - molder - votive - punctuate

Truth Unearthed

Unlike other distractions,
fleeting in nature,
she threatened to become
an unyielding splinter -

burrowed beyond salvage

she sauntered in and out of view
each hip placed in time and air
to punctuate the woman within -

dared him cross the line

It was in stark contrast to
the widow she portrayed:
head bowed, votive in hand,
soul wrapped in solitude -

grace exuded false

He no longer worried
she would molder in grief
nor splinter on self-reflection

crossed line passed

MeeAugraphie

04/25/08

Lid Closed, Memories Kept… Friday Five

April 11, 2008 | Filed Under Friday 5, Life balance, Make the world better, Poetry | 5 Comments 

Leave it to Michelle of Poefusion to trigger our Muse in the most amazing ways! Her Friday Five words this week are:

brittle - aluminum foil - Polaroid - skunk - salt

Lid Closed, Memories kept

Brittle fingers
earned by age
(and lack of care)
pulled the last two inches of foil
from its cardboard roll
and warm trembling skin
touched cold smooth foil
here and here

and here

to capture worn image
of hands clasped
on Claddagh ring
(much as his had hers)

memory backed up,
he added it to
her tattered velveteen box,
just on top of the
Polaroid,
her hair flying
her brown eyes flashing
as if chased by demons
rather than a mere old skunk

June 21st that was,
their wedding night
in a clearing made of
dreams, logs cut,
cabin as real in their heads
as flush of love in their hearts

Tomorrow he would
return the ring
to its rightful place
close the lid

forever

and know ye all this

And though he knew
it wasn’t so,
he could not stop the thought

that once arms could no longer lift
to toss the salt over the left shoulder
with the right, evil would come

and just last week, he had made it so.

MeeAugraphie
04/11/08

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Friday Five - Times Two, Plus

April 4, 2008 | Filed Under Friday 5, NaPoWriMo, Poetry | 7 Comments 

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 places

Brain won’t work with one hemisphere
teamwork is essential to life

Gasoline prices fueled curtailment of trips
and imagination fought back with electricity and vegetable oil

Without rafters and roofs we haven’t a complete room
but our hearts expand beneath the ceiling of sky

Brick 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 gate

No amount of gasoline will fuel my magic quest
for it is inside my head

Two bricks does not a ceiling make,
unless of course, they are merely drawn
onto drywall

Although 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

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