MeeAugraphie

In Poetry Tumble I allowed one poem’s last line to tumble into the next poem as its first line, hence the page name. I messed up when I got to poem 48, sigh, tumbled the next-to-the-last-line instead and did not catch it at the time. When I wrote poem 49, I used only the idea, forgetting to tumble any line, though I made reference to the last line in the poem. Then I wrote poem 50, tumbling the last line of 49 as its first line. That is when I finally caught my mistakes… (And when I did, I was not pleasant to be around.)

Although I could blame them on Muse, being too excited to write whatever she wanted to. Matters not, I’m starting over!

So, 49 and 50 became 1 and 2 of my newest line tumble: Poetry Tumble, Too. I hope you enjoy, ’cause you never know where the next one will take you or what style I might use, though usually they are unedited and free form, following no rules other than my own, which are basically, none.

01. Pride Undaunted

war had long waged within:

arrows of self-worth repeatedly thrown against self-preservation’s iced cage at last had worn a hole to facilitate pride’s historical escape onto unsuspecting lips

and said secret smile of pride
dared to become public fodder,
dared to grow

… until it splattered like sin
across her once naked face

MeeAugraphie
02/25/09

02.Town Secrets

Across her once naked face
streaks of black greased like warpaint
bold red striped angled lips
a throwback to feminine wiles

Her skintight pants rose
to meet hips padded in protective layers

Attentive to the pounding of her heart
she lay on on her side,
knees curled to her chest one last time
before facing the men

Just another small town Friday night,
a scene few wished to repeat

She jumped up,
grabbed her helmet,
and ran outside
to join her team

MeeAugraphie
03/02/09

03. Focused

to join her team
she must swallow her pride…
open her mind…
distract her heart…
focus on the goal at hand…
and all that can come
only after she has insured
her mask of smiles will remain intact
throughout her jog.

Through an arched tunnel,
where memories of high fives
stolen kisses
and perceived connection
still adorn darkened walls,
to push one foot forward
after the other
will be a strain

for each step will take her
farther from what was
and toward what is:

the limelight of shattered relationships,
the domain of gossip’s corner,
the billowed curtain of self-doubt,
the flooded pillow of tears

the rebuilding of a heart.

MeeAugraphie
03/20/09

04. Heart Rebuilding

the rebuilding of a heart
bears watching

for it progresses much as this:

a cool breeze tickles your cheek
in the midst of a never ending summer

a pile of blocks strewn about pulls you back
to the castle they once were at age four

the moment you think there is no more
yet another bite of chocolate remains

you turn the corner and he is there
turning the corner and you are there

the catch in your heart as you view
a hawk swooping down from the sky

the promise of a future kiss
the first bumbled attempt already replaced

the rebuilding of a heart
bears watching

if only so we, too, can follow along.

MeeAugraphie
03/21/09

05. Just Be

if only so we, too, can follow along

may you sing your joy
may you warm a heart

may you stretch your dreams
may you increase your wisdom

may you shed your tears
may you bend to help
may you set high goals

may you remember

to just be.

MeeAugraphie
03/24/09

06. Introspective War

To just be
all I can be
would be enough

but seeking what could be
demands I understand

what. should. have. been.

And does not that require
introspection?

And would not such

sabotage
Muse’s right to freedom
of expression?

and would not such

exhaust
my brain’s resources
of conscious thought?

MeeAugraphie
04/19/09

07. Revenge of a Woman

of conscious thought
her words were born

by deliberate means
cruel action done

for specific use
(her personal gain)

… had only she
foreseen its cost

MeeAugraphie
04/19/09

08. Appearances – Lost and Found

Foreseen its cost?
I think not.

Neither had dared examine hearts
nor weigh future versus past
for survival of appearances,
high profile man, trophy wife,
had gained a stronghold on their life

And the children went without nothing – material

Neither had dared share dreams pent up
nor weigh humanity versus mannequin
for survival of appearances,
ladder climbed, woman’s beauty flaunted,
had gained a stronghold on their life

And the children learned to climb and paint

Neither had dared test ladder’s construction
nor weigh side effects of repeated surgery
and demise of appearances,
ladder pulled out, trophy tarnished beyond repair,
had gained a stronghold on their life

And the children learned their lesson?
One can only hope.

MeeAugraphie
04/19/09

09. Good Day Find

One can only hope
their day gets better

though, if truth were told,
should they remember
to force a smile or two,
to put one step forward
toward recovering their losses
toward cementing a moment’s peace
in their heart

it would not be hope needed
quite as much as
determination
after realization of
who really
controls one’s own happiness.

MeeAugraphie
05/04/09

10. Finding Self-Worth

Controls one’s own happiness?
I do.

Yet, there is more to it.

And.

Yet, there is not.

Why DO we fight it so
when the results are
happiness?

MeeAugraphie
05/29/09

11. Revelation

happiness sought
never found

perhaps overlooked

Did he look next door
or seek his inner child?

Did she read between his lines
or live in each moment?

Revisiting their past
could change the status

happiness sought
now found.

MeeAugraphie
11/09/09