Different

A different place, a different time--the WHO remains the same.

I Sleep soundly

Magritte Mask Reveal by Rene Magritte thanks to Christopher Heyworth

Shape-shifting and flitting beyond the wizard’s curtain, I’ve felt

Pepper kisses from the universe upon my cheeks. I’ve seen the

Copper haze float over the mountain tops and settle in the tree-tops,

Inhaling the shade and spitting cool fire onto the silent sands. The

Grace of being lies beneath the surface and I sleep soundly.

 

The View

If the view isn’t for you—change it

The white water rages, ripples and gurgles

The mind quiets, floats and whispers

Because of, due to, matters not

Fiction Writing Prompt

For you fiction writers out there, Poets and Writers had in interesting prompt in their June 16th Newsletter.


Write a story using the following as the first line: There were three things she told me never to do.

I'm personally trying to decide if I want to follow this prompt, work on my novel, compile my poetry manuscript, or design and layout a student anthology that was promised months ago.

You can check on my decision, if you like, later, right here.

Good luck to you.
dk

Stories Again

Sunday Wordle #9 from Sunday Whirl. 

Stories Again

Oh, it’s those stories again. I’ve found

them wrapped up in stardust and tangled.

A string of Christmas lights no one wants

to tame, rather toss the sparks and forget.

Oh, it’s those stories again. Sneaky, and sly,

slithering serpents shedding their skin, leaving

threads to ponder, to weave together into the

bare bones of myth and magic.

Oh, it’s those stories again. Their voices

scream, etch scars upon the gossamer

soul.  At last the temple splits, the slit

reveals the storied sky. Oh, those stories!

Fallen Lotus Petals

Found through Margo's Wordgathering blog, this prompt came from The Sunday Whirl. The words in the whirl were: bold, strange, sleep, wish, devious, enchanting, alluring, inspiring, lotus, kinship, torsos, and stories. I truly loved this challenge and I hope you will also.
dk

Fallen Lotus Petal

Skipping thru the lily pads of my mind, I gather 

enchanting ideas like fallen lotus petals, and stuff 

them into my pockets, my bra, tie them in my hair. 

Later, at most inopportune times one will escape and 

become a wish that flutters on gossamer wings, then 

crashes with a harsh thud. Over the years, the wishes 

have piled up into enormous heaps of strange wings, 

eyes, torso’s, parts with breath that sigh and whisper 

in my sleep. They are all bits and strips of me, big 

and bold and powerful. The stories they tell are full 

of tears and laughter, life, death, joy and hope, yet 

they are devious liars. Don’t be fooled by inspiring 

quips or alluring gestures. The kinship they seek is 

of unknown depths with prickly, stickly rules that 

entangle and trip up the skip. You may, like me, end 

up flailing angels in fallen lotus petals and dreaming 

of snowmen.

My space

Last night I decided to splurge with a hotel room--to lounge in the tub, eat potato chips and watch tv (there's been no tv in my life for 33 days, and while I'm not a hound, I do like it occasionally, especially news). I figured I would get a better nights sleep where I had control over the air conditioning and the noise level. I was wrong. I was up 2-3 times during the night and woke with a headache--probably because I had control of the air conditioning and set it at 'northern winter.' 

While I was dipping my chips and mumching red grapes with cheddar cheese, I visited my favorite writer's website "Writing Our Way Home" and came upon the prompt by Margo Roby for an etheree poem. You can see her example as well as the links she provides to others. Here is my attempt:

I

Create

I embody

My space, my room

My identity

Colors the atmosphere

Permeates my surroundings

My energy determines me

Positive, negative, neutral me

Projects, absorbs, nurtures, and bears the fruit

Untitled - A River of Stones

My hostesses son is listening to music in the room next door with friends and the following just flew from my fingertips. Can you tell what kind of music he was listening to?

im’a watch it til I’m blind

im’a watch it til I find

i no longer see that kind

til I pry open the closed mind

and let all the sunlight shine

on the cobwebs of design

that prohibit sensible realign

im’a destroy the global mastermind

show the love, the joy of time

life that has bent the line

the circle of life

im’a watch it til I’m blind.

Nirvana is in the Void

Nirvana is in the Void

Everything seems to whisper secretly

to shore up trembling limbs, and

embrace drooping shoulders.

See the invisible and hear the silence.

The great mystery holds the truth.

Years pass in the moments and

time means nothing for

Nirvana is in the void

Blue Ridge Snack in a Back Pack Benefit

Sipping' sweet tea
Sloppin' up crawfish tails
Floatin' in Buckeye Band Blues

South Summer Sauna

South-Summer Sauna

Sizzling, south-summer sauna with strawberry salsa in the shade and sipping sweet tea thru a straw while swaying beneath sweeping magnolias and swallowing a Yankee accent. To sit in a white water creek, splashing away sorrow and sadness. Yes, I’m sitting in a white water creek, swallowing that Yankee accent and sipping sweet tea thru a straw with strawberry salsa in the shade of this

Sizzling, south-summer sauna