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Magpie
Magpie black
Magpie white
Magpie tail in flashing flight
Magpie aloft with eyes of profit and glint
Magpie hopping cross grass and grit
Magpie observing life and all with it
Magpie white
Magpie black
Magpie mocking in coarse cracking laugh
Magpie judging in head tilting wit
Magpie there but doesn’t commit
Magpie aware caring not a whit
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Timidity has run away with me
Time and tide and soul
Tired, trying to stretch
From these confines, to color
Outside the lines restively
In a festive display of splendid
Dazzling range...isn't it strange
How so much can be within
While without is bland and dim?
Bare beige walls, no absorbing
Texture to keep the eye entertained
At least no one notices
Dilapidation that way
A timid, tender tendril
Palms wrapping purple
Flowers and praying
For the sun, I knock
On doors I locked so
Long ago, a languishing
Language, I've forgotten
Bravery, my bitter bravado
Nothing more than walls of
Paper, pitiful protection
Against a ravenous flame--
Always ashes in the end
under the stones we
sensed the shifting of the skies
.
we had been newly born
& green-vined
it wrapped around our veins
.
the wind now
the wind having completed its task of shifting skies
shifting skies & bright away & we
.
under & we
only now realize
we were dream-held, mirror-held
.
the green grows still
through the stones.
I ruminate yet
Can't quite articulate
Even gesticulate in an attempt
To demonstrate and get across
What germinates, gestates in
This liminal desolate
State--the culmination may
Feel antiquated but brush off
Dust, admire and appreciate
Even celebrate what made it
Through the dearth and deluge
That decimated
With deteriorating
Determination.
Ate seeds, bare fruit
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ThatRandomPrompt Returns 2/9/20 - 2/15/20
It's been awhile! Now that I'm back on the tumblr I've decided to start the prompt back up.
To kick this off, the prompt this week is....
Revenant
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T.I.M.I.D.
Time with her felt effortlessly eternal
Intimidated by the future and all the failure along the way.
Man is such a flawed creature and I feel like I’m in the top 10%
I don’t like this feeling of insecurity.
Don’t touch me or my fragile ego.
There is no freedom from metre, only mastery.
T. S. Eliot said that, or something like it— put even the freest verse behind bars. Does my heart still beat in time? Then tell me no lie of commission: nothing in this life is mine to keep, but a poem stands on one foot, holding sunset door that says you can stay the night here: window on a moonglint bed soft to fall asleep & dream what morningmirth will bury— addresses will have changed where events have taken place in a different house on another street— & this is how we forget & why that hallway goes on forever. All my life I have become a tree; it is not difficult to fly, even in this petrified being. Then put me back into the piny bog— there germinate a keyhole voice to mirror rooms that wait & nothing had but branching windowsill above the well where we all are lost. * * * Written March 2020.
