Where I’ll be staying
I’m going back to the ashram to finish my yoga teacher training. It’s tough to leave my family again, and also to leave the blogosphere! I am enjoying all the writing prompts, the creativity, the sharing, and camaraderie on the web.
When I return I’ll be a certified teacher with the Yoga [...]
The Monday Mural for today is mythic and otherworldly. I offer the following fib, based on today’s illustration from Poefusion.
Sea Wings
Sea
wings
salt air
fluttering
lip petals hover
Lip petals hover in salt air
Fountain, by mariacristina, 1985
“Where’s your luggage?” Rose Marie asked. She stood next to a navy-blue steamer trunk and four other matching suitcases trimmed in red and white stripes.
“This is it,” I said, pointing to my twenty-four inch black carry-on, my passport, wallet, and camera stored in a yellow backpack slung over my right shoulder.
Rose Marie [...]
I wrote this poem based on the Friday Five found on Poefusion. Check it out to see what the five words are.
Cadae for Fredy
Violin airs
float
to the garden
where
she meditates on
afterlife, a sundial her timepiece,
mute hours.
Does his soul
live
on? She questions
God
as she pours ashes
around the stone circle, pausing at
each hour.
She recalls
tunes,
ceremonies
of
notes he created, his
loving attitude toward music she
adores.
Photo by mariacristina
Poetry Tag
The sound shook his bones
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul,
a soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light
he fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed
to meet him at the end
I found this poem fragment at Reality Bytes
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Here’s a poem for 3 Word Wednesday,
another pleiades. I wrote seven, six-syllable verses, each starting with the letter of the title. The last verse contains seven syllables.
Fall Leaves, Courtesy of iCards at mac.com
Weary
Whether or not you care,
willfully I voice my
woeful littany of
weekend chores in which you
wallow, unexpected,
working as you try to
watch a football game [...]
Riots in Malasaña, Madrid. Photo Credit:Claudio Alvarez, El País
The Will to Power
She learned to obey the will to power
when he chased her under the butcher’s block.
He didn’t allow much room for her to hide.
His face a fantom, he shouted his mind
and it stayed in her head. At night alone
she learned to obey the will to [...]
The prompt on Writer’s Island this week is stranger. Ask yourself the question ‘what intrigues you?’
The following poem is a pleiades, as described on Poefusion)
Animalia
Alicanto, as strange
as is Chupacabras.
Atacama desert,
abode of mythic birds
aloft in deep mine shafts.
Astray they lead the men
And eat gold for breakfast.
The following seven-line poem is a pleiades. To learn how to write one, please visit Poefusion. Michelle once again provided me with instruction.
Doggerel
Do you wonder about
deliberations of
dogs, both stray, mongrel and
domesticated types?
Ducks with blank, beady eyes
deserve no second thought,
despite their winsome walk.
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