Survival, Of

Survive to conquer

hear the rousting cheers

Survive to coexist

hear heartbeats quicken

Which is the more triumphant?
Where will you be?

I have made my choice

Give and take, take and give

You have made yours

command and rule, rule and command.

See ‘ya.

Dare I?

Abstracted world
stands a bit askew
for
monoliths of strength
hide giants teetering
while
highlighted vision
foretells blaring obsession
as
ominous sky
grounds flight of fancy
for all
but those who dare….

MeeAugraphie
04/15/08

Seattle skyline viewed from ferry in Puget Sound. Photo and its manipulation by Marcia McLees Bogaert (MeeAugraphie). Please do not copy my words or photos. Thank you. Where does flight take you in reality or imagination? Visit Writers Island for other flights or perhaps a chance encounter.

Temper

Her mood,
once ebbed,
rose to meet his
and
cyclone met hurricane
though no rain fell
for the inflamed
tempers evaporated it
before it fell…

Hot time in the old town tonight
though no mud was slung.

Perhaps, tomorrow,
rain will return to mix with
the fallout
and mudslinging can resume

as normal

MeeAugraphie
03/10/08

OOPS, I could not resist trying the other prompt…

Destiny

Your destiny is not mine
unless I so choose to create my own

as a clone of yours
and though yours might seem enticing
to the naked eye,
what I can create on my own
is more enticing to my heart.

MeeAugraphie
03/10/08

crossed
without
either one swallowing the other?

no matter,

Thought said,

perhaps
humans
could create their own
magic:

allow others’ destinies
to blend with their own

without

opening their mouths
to swallow.

MeeAugraphie
02/03/08

Photo also by MeeAugraphie 2007.

Prompt courtesy of Writer’s Island: Magic. Click here to find the magic of others.

Change

Change comes in its own peculiar ways:

smacks me in the face
should I look the other way
in an attempt to ignore
(wrinkles)

chases from behind
screaming expletives
as I run away
(responsibility)

bribes me with
money and future islands
in the snow
(work)

cuddles me in arms
that lift less weight
than in their youth
(love)

yet it never ceases to entice me
to peek over the horizon.

MeeAugraphie
01/08/08

Emailed Friendship

MeeAugraphie
11/13/07

My journey

It was a short journey
in retrospect
to become who I am
for my values
are still much
as they were
before I grew up.

Confidence has come,
risks have been
devalued
or reevaluated
and knowledge
has come:
sometimes in dribs
others in drabs
sometimes with the
swiftness and directness
of a lightning bolt
thrown by a practiced
javelin thrower.

My heart has remained open
instincts have merely been honed
procrastination has remained steadfast
the child in me has remained
to share space with the adult that has
always been inside.

I am still Marcia, whether I call myself
MeeAugraphie, Mom, her kid, wife, Aunt, or
by someone’s misspelling
or mispronunciation….

MeeAugraphie
10/01/07

I hope your journey was as easy… in hindsight.

My words are meant to remain here…

The Key

It was merely a thought
but it led to an action

It was merely an action
but it led to happiness

It was merely happiness
but it led to a glow

It was merely a glow
but it attracted you

It was merely you
but you attracted me

It was merely us
but we created him

it was merely him
but he….

and so on.

MeeAugraphie
09/25/07

So, don’t copy, not that you would, and rush on over to Writers Island to find the key… I’ll get to a few tonight…

Three

She carried the child
for 9 long months
and then some,
attempted to rise up
each day
to show love
through her own
abuse induced deprecation,
drug induced haze,
inflated self-importance,
and misguided direction –

until even that was overstepped

and the child was lent to
someone else to love.
A three-way gift
given, received, and accepted.

MeeAugraphie
09/17/07

Ahh, life is full of words to be passed on, but these are copyrighted and shall remain here, unless with written permission. Thank you.

Their first prompt:”My imaginary life”

Made Real

My imaginary life
does not exist
in places that are not,
nor in places that once were,
for I refuse to waste time
living in a world hidden
within my mind
when I can make imagination
an open reality
and share it with you.

MeeAugraphie
09/10/07

Thank you for respecting my copyright — and everyone else’s.
Note, I actually edited this poem a bit…

Jump on over and follow the trails at Writers Island.