On Dust and Kryptonite - 3WW

April 30, 2008 | Filed Under 3WW, NaPoWriMo, Poetry | 13 Comments 

Three Word Wednesday. Wonderful words, Bone. Thank you.

Empty - Highway - Ignored

Dust Storm

Empty highway, ignored
until man exercises muscle

Deep throated cars
declare it theirs

Air sliced by objects propels itself,
earth stands helpless in its path

Cracked layers disturbed
dust rises and falls.

Plants must wait for wind or rain
to cleanse their lifeline to the sun

Man communing merely shakes it off,
thinking himself the lucky one

And forgets his lifeline to oxygen
has been caked with dust as well.

MeeAugraphie
04/30/08

I intended to stop after the first stanza, but I wrote the rest… I intended to stop after the first poem, but I wrote another… My fingers readied to accept another, but I declared a full stop, until tomorrow. I can stop. I can. I can. I think I can.

Once again: Empty - Highway - Ignored

Search For Kryptonite

Ignored by all
he closed
his door of dreams

The one he once thought
made of gold

Lead, it was,
and solid, through which
no glimmer could be seen

His nights had filled
with searches

Just one flaw
he sought, a pinhole
to allow dream’s entrance

And finding none, he stepped
onto an empty highway

And life stretched ahead,
for it was not his end
but his beginning

He searched life’s darkened skies
for Kryptonite’s luminescent glow
and scoured the seas below

He walked past fields of gold
and guns of lead and cold

And stumbled on
dream’s counterpart
and wrote his life his way

Empty memories erased and rewritten
Graphite and gum erasers became his friend

MeeAugraphie
04/30/08

Thank you for reading.

Belief

April 29, 2008 | Filed Under NaPoWriMo, Poetry | 2 Comments 

Belief

It is but one or two
things that incite me to riot
(on a more personal level)
and yet the nature of them
makes them seem many
rather than few

It is only safety
and honesty that I find
worth arguing for

(except when PMS
or lack of sleep
induce yet more insanity)

But, alas,
safety and honesty encompass
too much

and one day I may have to settle

I could choose honesty
but if we are not safe
we might not be here
to be honest.

I could choose safety
but if we are not honest
we might not be worth
removing from harm.

I suppose for many (of us) it is
a question more of energy
than belief

for some days it just takes
too much effort to stand
our ground another day.

MeeAugraphie
04/29/08

A Mermaid’s Quest - Monday Mural

April 28, 2008 | Filed Under Monday Mural, NaPoWriMo, Poetry | 5 Comments 

Prompt from Michelle at Poefusion: Monday Mural was a photo of what appeared to be a sand sculpture. A photo worth peeking at y’all, with eye’s open - and I can only imagine where it took the other poets!

A Mermaid’s Quest

She died longing for something
that was not meant to be

and, though she succeeded
in part,

weary by effort expended
she laid her head against
a spire and longed for an end

and tides came in bringing seeds
from afar

and tides went out

flowers sprouted

too late to bring a smile
to her wintered face.

MeeAugraphie
04/28/08

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