Ladder to Success
He climbed the well trod
ladder to success
to find
only dank air
and putrid sky
In disbelief,
he looked below
to see
scattered remains
of broken lives
mixed they were with
pleasures missed
relationships crushed
a route to heart
not taken
his mind,
always quick
(in certain matters, only, it appears)
registered three choices
leap as if a lover’s mountain,
end it all right there
wrap himself in fancy toys,
search for the next flight up
descend the ladder,
start again with goals of heart instead
one was not an option
two pulled at what he knew
three seemed nigh impossible
so he held his head within his hands
and waited for the dawn.
MeeAugraphie
04/27/09
27 of 30, April 2009
Prompt: Poefusion’s Monday Mural
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Glorious Woman
One woman has realized her potential,
wears her body’s shape with pride
wraps her soul in curves,
dents, and dimples
she flaunts the child
she is carrying
and most equate her display
with weakness of class
and shake their heads.
Her strength is visible
to those who have opened
to whispered words
of instincts buried
our future rests, in part,
on her ostentatious display.
MeeAugraphie
04/20/09
20 of 30, April 2009 Prompt: Poefusion’s Monday Mural, see it here.
(I struggled with this one. I had to leave it midmorning, come back to it, and then edit, and y’all know I avoid editing. I am still unhappy with it, but I put fingers to keyboard and wrote, and that, today was a good thing.
Based on the picture posted by Michelle at Poefusion for the Monday Mural prompt. If you are not already taking advantages of Michelle’s prompts to take your poetry or short stories somewhere different, you may want to go browse through her site. Some interesting prompts! I may try this one again another day to see if it takes me somewhere else more joyful.
Migraine Visions
She cannot get a clear picture
of his face
tears fall
heart strangles
throat spasms threaten her sanity
as images strobe
matching migraine’s aura
in color and speed.
She watches in fascination
as bits of him brighten
then fade,
blue eyes zig zag to yellow sun
red cheeks zig zag to white clouds.
She is seized with joy at each glimpse,
and stretches with herculean effort
toward a more complete vision of him
and each unanswered reach
increases her dread
crushes her heart
with as much force as migraine’s dilation
pounds her skull.
Similarity to her migraines ends there
for the current colorful show within her head
may fascinate,
and pain will surely accompany or follow
but with her migraine the pain will subside and peace return,
his death has robbed her peace and though she allows
the strobes of a migraine to vanish willingly
she will beg in every waking moment that
the pieces of his face strobe until they become
whole again and accept whatever pain it takes
to see him again whole.
MeeAugraphie
12/14/08, heavily revised 12/18/08
(I know this is a bit long and “convoluted”, someday I will attempt to cut it. I originally wrote it in first person, but that made it too close to my fears for the future, but in switching it, I allowed myself too much “wiggle” room and got too wordy.)
Michelle’s prompts, I have missed terribly not doing. Today, her prompt was an interesting picture of a window in a field, with an unexpected view. Check it out! It took me here:
The Window
I was promised
a door to my future
but I can only see
the past drawing me back.
Must I go full circle
to get
yet again
to future’s door?
Am I doomed to live
as before?
Or is this a firm shove
toward decisions changed
this time around?
Either way,
the window has opened
for me to step through.
It is the journey that counts….
MeeAugraphie
11/24/08
The Monday Mural picture this week is my favorite! I have not visited many of y’all lately, busy, self-reflective – and a bit withdrawn, the two latter will pass – is passing, so I will visit soon. To see the perfect photo that sparked my thoughts – and – where it took everyone else, click here (and then click to make it larger!). Michelle, thank you for finding this one, especially.
A Moment’s Brilliance
She stood,
in her moment’s glory,
eyes downcast,
in both silent reflection
and
in struggle to maintain
for she had done it
no one said she could
no one said she would
no one said she should
her lips upturned
gave away her self-satisfaction
even as her eyes spoke of reflection
and brilliant colors
glowed from within
I knew I could
I knew I would
I knew I should
TAKE THAT WORLD!
And seconds later
the brilliant colors
of her moment’s glory,
would soften
to match her
eyes downcast,
in both silent reflection
and
in grace within
as she humbly withdrew
and rewrote her thought
to that of respectful thanks.
MeeAugraphie
05/22/08
My own abstracted light photos with the poems they inspired are found here and here and here and here and here and here. There is so much that can be seen in abstracts – if we look.
