A Strange Love

moonflower vine,vine on trellis,

A Strange Love
Metal cold and unbending
Vine twisting and green
They only make sense together
One without the other obscene

 
 
I wrote a love poem! I was inspired by a #FieryVerse prompt on Twitter earlier this year.

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Count the Beats

vintage image,anatomy of the heart,picture of a real heart,

Graphic from Graphics Fairy

Count the Beats
everyone counts the beats
of their heart
they forget to pay attention
to the beats of their soul
they monitor their blood pressure
and let their soul ties
come undone

 
 
This short poem was inspired by an orjay prompt on Twitter.
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Her Head Exploded

robin blue,robin eggs in nest,blue eggs in a nest,

Her Head Exploded

very quietly
her head exploded
it erupted like a chick
cracking open its egg
her sanity poured out
in spectacular form

 
 
So last week on Thursday I shared a poem that was the first small stone poem I wrote in 2015. This week I will continue to share my small stones poetry with you. I am sharing them in chronological order.
This was also written for a prompt by Written River. Some great poetry gets posted to that hashtag on Twitter. If you haven’t searched for that tag on Twitter, I highly recommend you try it.

August in Newton County

bloom of foget me not flower,blue star flower,

August in Newton County
Forget-me-not plant seeking shade
the sun is too harsh
 
looking to see if
the sun has scorched my flower
summer afternoons

 
 
I have a lot of haiku that I have not shared with you, and I wanted to share my haiku about August while it was still August, so I gave you two poems to read today. These were written about a year apart.
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Leaving a Mark

No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies. -Daisy Bates

 

I hope you all have a good weekend! Leave a mark in a positive way!

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

My first small stone poem of 2015.

evening clouds,

Folding

I folded my feelings
and tucked them away
with the summer clothes
you don’t need storms
you prefer a quiet cabin
in which to plan our life

 
 
We are now into the small stone poetry that I began writing in 2015. Everything I have been sharing in the last 2 months was written in 2014. This one is from early in January, it was written for a Written River prompt and was first posted on Twitter to that hashtag.
 
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Holy Relics

king tut's coffin outfit
 

Holy Relics

We search for
holy relics
thinking that if we
hold something holy
in our hands
that it will rub off
and we will be
acceptable in our
own sight as well
as others.

 
 
This was written for a prompt for #ntitle on Twitter.

The first rule of being a doctor |a poem

red rose,rose,baby's breath flowers,bouquet with a rose,

The first rule of being a doctor.

The first rule
of being a doctor
is to do no harm,
but I’m not a doctor
and my operating
on you has
not gone well.

 
 
I did not mean for this poem to be funny. But when I tweeted this I got a couple of replies from people letting me know that they had laughed. I think they thought I intended it to be funny. I did not. I intended it to provoke feelings of dread and disappointment. This is why I have stopped trying to write short stories. I don’t always convey the right tone.
This poem was inspired by a #heartsoup prompt.
 
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Dented Haiku

flour,mess in the kitchen,cooking with flour,
dented rim of pot
my aunts voice telling me
about learning to cook
 
 
Using certain pots reminds me of certain people. I am a visual person so the things in my cabinets bring back memories when I get them out.
 
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Quote

A Quote on Existence

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

We could learn a lot from crayons:
Some are sharp, some are pretty,
Some are dull, some have weird names,
All are different colors;

But they all exist very nicely in the same box.

-Anonymous

 

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Curvature of Stone

engraved metal pole,
 

Stone

Did the curvature
of the stone trick you
did you think that
there was a living
loving being there
when there was only
cold rock.

 
 
I wrote this after reading a prompt by #WrittenRiver on Twitter. Some statues look really good, they resemble people. Some people resemble stone in the way that they are emotionless and cold.
 
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Stranded

river bank,the missouri river,
Stranded

I tell myself
that I picked this island
it’s lush and tropical
I’m happy to be here
but the truth is
the captain threw me overboard
he left me stranded here
and I’ve no way home

This poem was also written for a prompt on Twitter, but whenever I saved it in Evernote I forgot to add which prompt inspired me. I have gotten better about remembering since I have decided to share them all.

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