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Leaf for the Past

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leaf girl

Leaf for the past

Leaf for the future

Delicate

Living on the branch

Falling to the ground

Learning and growing

From seed to sapling

Leaf girl

Girl of leaves

Grow strong.



(c)  June Perkins, images and words all rights reserved

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Written by June

August 16, 2009 at 10:19 am

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Pablo Neruda – Ode to Tomatoes

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Maybe this summertime poem will inspire someone else to write about a summer time food – if not, just enjoy Pablo’s mastery! Kerry

tomatoes

 The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,
light is
halved
like
a
tomato,
its juice
runs
through the streets.
In December,
unabated,
the tomato
invades
the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes
its ease
on countertops,
among glasses,
butter dishes,
blue saltcellars.
It sheds
its own light,
benign majesty.
Unfortunately, we must
murder it:
the knife
sinks
into living flesh,
red
viscera
a cool
sun,
profound,
inexhaustible,
populates the salads
of Chile,
happily, it is wed
to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we
pour
oil,
essential
child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper
adds
its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding
of the day,
parsley
hoists
its flag,
potatoes
bubble vigorously,
the aroma
of the roast
knocks
at the door,
it’s time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer,
the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays
its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers
its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness.

Ode To Tomatoes

Written by kvwordsmith

June 30, 2009 at 8:41 pm

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A Sigh in the Wind

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A Sigh in the Wind

My voice is no more than a sigh in the wind,
A falling leaf,
One among many,
A raindrop that doesn’t touch the ground,
A tiny bird lost in a storm.

So what does it mean if I am not heard,
Not noticed,
Not recognized?

It means simply
That I walk a different path,
That I shun the mob,
The crowd,
The social scene.

And does it really matter
If I find not the fame I seek
So long as I keep seeking?
For when there is nothing more to seek,
There will be nothing left,
Except the deep, dark void of inner space.

Vi Jones
©August 16, 2008

Written by woodnymph

August 16, 2008 at 2:44 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day

How Wrong

with 3 comments

How am I to decide

Which way I am

Which way to go

I come up from the water

From my icy oceanic depths

Clutching the jewels of my Mother

Gasping as air like fire

Sears my lungs

Threatening to rip me asunder

Silvery lights gleaming from above

Striking my naked flesh

Like heavy blows

I thought

I thought I heard his voice

And turning towards him

I swam

Loosing tail and fin

Shedding scales all along

Til up I scaled

Clutching sharp glittery sand

Here I wobble

On these two thin things

Struggling to know

Have I done the right thing

Good-bye to my family

Good-bye to my home

All I have now

Is this love still unknown

Written by Raven Tk

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

July 18, 2008 at 7:15 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

What It Feels Like For A Mom

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As a mom

You are never lonely

Someone is always with you

Especially if you need to potty

Someone always checks on you

When you’re showering

When you’re sleeping

When you’re sneaking out

To wrap presents

Or just catch a few seconds alone

In peace

Then there’s lollipop in your hair

Which aids the dreadlock braids

Put in

Just before someone else tries to run a fin-toothed comb through your hair

There are always stains

Everywhere

On clothes

On furniture

On walls

There are also always lots of hugs

And lots of kisses

With plenty of slobber

And germs

And snot galore

To seal those kisses in

And no child ever feels better

Til mom gets that bug too

You always have lovely pictures

Painted on the walls

Sometimes on the floor

Plus you never need again paint

Your own nails

Or your toes

Ever again it seems

Or even put on your own make-up

If you can find where it’s been hidden

Either by you or someone else well-meaning

Someone tries on all your clothes before you do

Especially your shoes

Before wadding everything up

And shoving it

Way far back

In the back of your closet

Just in case you need it any time soon

So it will be safe and ready for you

And so you miss those stains and those tears

Because accidents have to happen

Someone always pats you on the back

Usually with grungy sticky muddy hands

At just that point

Where your brain is about to explode

You always get flowers

Sometimes from a store

But they are so much prettier

When trailing roots and dirt

Out of your own garden

Or the neighbour’s

And getting all over the floor

More than likely freshly washed

There’s no other thing in

The whole world

Like being a mom

There’s just nothing like it

It’s really just

The best

experienced by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

July 18, 2008 at 7:12 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

Your Name I Know

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I know you

So clear

So dear

So thorough

You’ve been in my dreams

Whistling

Singing

You’ve come dancing with me

I know the feel of your breath

Soft against my cheek

I know the lilt of your voice

When your smile reaches your eyes

I know the taste of your words

As they stretch and they tease

I know you

You’ve been with me

Followed me beyond the Wall

Deeper

Beyond my dreams

Further into the Otherworld

Where I’ve built my Home

You’ve seen me

Hair curled and loosed

Threaded with silver and mica

Heard the chants and the calls

Brought up from my hold

Calling friends and concealments

You have stood in my circle

You have eaten my food

Taken that step even further

You do more than intrude

You are more than integral

You are now more Pure

You know my dreams

For my dreams are your own

I have Dreamed you

And you have Dreamed me

Together we are One

Combined and in seam

If only in this other world

The Waking World

Should we meet

written by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

July 18, 2008 at 7:08 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

Cool Rain

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Stepping out of the mist

Rising up from beneath my mountain

There drips the cool rain

Splattering the trees

Casting aspirations at me

Chilly my inner heat

Clouds bursting forth

Racing towards the sky

Here I am

Water slipping down my sides

As I stand gleaming

Burnished in the great moonlight

Warm skin

Made temperate

Just before I too

Leap from my mountain’s lair

Streaming forth

A musical air

dreamed by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

July 18, 2008 at 7:07 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

Sewn

with 5 comments

The snake crept up on me

Did it see me

As there I lay

Was I hidden

Deep within my slumber

Curled up tight

Wrapped in dreams

And cotton

What did it think

As it swallowed me

Sucking me in

Encased in brown and pink

Flower petals

Did I tickle

Going down

Perhaps a furball

Ruffled loosed down

Blocking the way

Here I am now

Still not conscious

Hustled along

By rhythmic scootchings

And convolutions

Pushed farther in

Shoved twisted along

Heading south

As I am stripped away

From myself

Layer by layer

Dissolving flesh and bone

Yet still I float

Loose

Within serpentine depths

Wondering yet again

What did the snake see

What did it think

What did it feel

When it looked down at me

And opened wide

 

 

imagined by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

July 12, 2008 at 2:28 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

Dragon

with 4 comments

It seemed like such an easy thing.

Red ink.

Swirled and pressed.

Pounded within my flesh.

Marking me. Branding me.

How little did I know.

How could I not see?

A link.

A continuity.

Binding me ever deeper with the forces

That came before me.

Ancestor upon Ancestor.

Realm upon realm.

Taking me in,

Drawing me ever dear.

Speaking to me in tongues

To which my blood alone could respond

So forgotten was the lore.

Now as my body absorbs

Taking in flesh and bone and mettle

Consuming the history.

Breaking me open bit by bit

Stuffing the Mysteries inside

While at the same time

Yanking them out

Forcing me to recognize

The power that flowers

Blooming at all levels

Heart and body and mind

Spirit drenched in the blood

Come from centuries

Wars and kings

Bards and men

Poets and fiefs

Clear eyes and dark browed

The thrumming beat of the Northmen

Cleve my brittle soul

Encouraging me to be more

To leave my past alone

And to take up banner and shield for them

Once more

written by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

June 26, 2008 at 9:04 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

Ocean Mother

with 3 comments

Wrap me up in your long arms

Dragging me under

Stroking my hair

As we drown within

Drawing up deep

Snuffling the sand

Burrowing in

Back and within

Without

Helpless and captured

I am nothing but yours

Arms over arm

Mine over yours

A writhing mass

Interlocked and seething

Here I am

There you are

We and me

You in me

Ripping aside the dreams

The facades

It took me so long to build up

Tearing away brick by brick

Every single wall

All those lifetimes

It took to them build

Here I am

Ink in my throat

Frozen as we move along

In the free flow of the abyss

Sucked along

Spiralling as we go

Inside and outside

Further out to go

Meandering ever inward

Ever onward

Hearts beating nearly one

Completely undone

I am utterly enveloped

Devoured my soul

And lost

Found

Cast aside

My marrow has been sparked

Drawn forth

Set accursed and aflame

Banished from sight and hearing

Pulled ever on, ever in

Moving.

Always moving

Between one level and the next

And in between yet again

Through wet and dry

And ice and sand

The volcanic graves

Bursting forth from within

Shoving me inside the cave

To throw me out

The bright light of the sun

Blinding

As I swallow down the Moon

Expelling the salt

The chaff

And moving on and on and on

Again and again

Aching to feel your touch

To know your strength

Teacher fellow mother

Harken unto the darkest call

And set me free

And freeing me

Enslave me

With the knowledge

As well as the testing

There to always be

Burned alive

Buried alive

Swallowed whole

And I am nothing

More

Than ever I could be

With you

Glowing and working

Moving

Inside of me

written by Raven TK

http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/

Written by Tabitha Low

June 26, 2008 at 8:52 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day, RavenTK

The Traveler

with 6 comments

The Traveler

Though my hands are busy with washing pans

My soul is away from home.

It travels the breadth of foreign lands

where life’s busy highways roam.

Though my hands are busy with needle and thread

And a mending basket high,

or floured skin fragrant from making bread,

my soul is not nearby.

Though my hands are busy with brush and broom

and fitting things in their place,

or aching and faded from dusting a room,

my soul soars out to space.

My hands are busy with a myriad of things

in the routine tasks of my day,

but thoughts deck my soul with gossamer wings

and send it darting away.

Written by riverleigh

June 21, 2008 at 11:06 pm

Posted in A Poem a Day

Inspiration

with 8 comments

I am as old as eternity

I am as young as birth

I am the dynam and embryo

Challenging the bonds of earth

I am the peace of silent stars

I am the roving sun

I am the hush of tranquility

After a storm is done

I am material element

I am immortal soul

I am both substance and intellect

Merged in a cosmic whole

I am creator and masterpiece

I am the artist’s mind

I am the breath of inspiration

Housed for a day in humankind

Written by riverleigh

June 9, 2008 at 12:06 am

Posted in A Poem a Day

Penetrating Vision

with 6 comments

The penetrating vision of a clear,
intuitive, creative mind
lights a path, within the void,
to the New World.

The penetrating, intuitive mind
perceives that the void
is but another ocean,
to cross

It knows that the void is no iron curtain,
no empty bottomless pit
but a shimmering pathway,
lit by a thousand glow worm stars

The void is a way for intuitives seeking truth
to reach their Shangrila
and inhabit
the vibrant chambers that lie beyond

Embrace the void
Sail forth
Seek and ye shall learn
That this is so.

Written by Heather Blakey

June 7, 2008 at 2:15 am

my symphony

with 10 comments

My lips are numb, and from my throat

there comes no limpid, lyric note.

I can not breathe an air along

nor lift my voice in frivolous song.

Of harmony, I know no part,

and yet there’s music in my heart.

From the chapel in my soul

the mighty chords of feeling roll,

Transmuting joy and petty strife

into the Symphony of my life

Written by riverleigh

May 30, 2008 at 1:42 am

Posted in A Poem a Day

Another Collaborative Post

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My friend, Shiloh, (you remember Shiloh, right?) introduced me to some challenging and lovely forms of the art of Haiku,   It started with her asking if I had ever heard of a Chain Lanturne Haiku.  After she showed me her writing. I suggested we each write a chain on the same general subject, since Shiloh had already written one, I followed the basic imagery she created and went from there.

We researched the form at the following links:

http://home.tampabay.rr.com/memawscorne/Senryu,%20Tanka,Lantern,Chain%20Lanter

Poets and Poetry

Shadow Poetry — Resources — Haiku and Senryu

HAIKU TECHNIQUES Jane Reichhold

So, with all of this crowding about and vyiing for your attention, here are our attempts.

 

Wasp,
black and
yellow body,
settles on red
rose.

Bloom
opening,
brilliant red
petals swirling
open.

Then
sunset
ere night falls,
petals close in,
fold.

High
distant
near full moon,
silver blossoms’
edge.
Gwen M. Myers 

 

Bee
buzzes,
alighting
on a yellow
rose.

Sun
sets, pink,
lavender,
orange paint the
sky.

Dawn
heralds
a new day
with a pearly
light.

Rose
petals
open, a
yellow jacket
flees.

Night
falls, the
rose gently
closes. Pleasant
dreams…

Moon,
ghostly
orb hanging
o’er high mountain
peaks.

Shiloh Cannon Blackburn.

May 25, 2008

You can also see Shiloh’s post at:

http://sunnydreamer.net/aprjun2008/chain-lanturne.shtml

 

I hope you enjoy both posts, and want to come back for more!!

Written by gwenguin1

May 27, 2008 at 2:54 am