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Fruitful

tell me your story again the one your brothers ignored the one that made you curious in spite of others’ scorn place your feet on this ground under nature’s open ears the past deficient not in wealth but in spirit, pooling tears into cupped hands, upended now and replaced with graced years fill your basketContinue reading “Fruitful”

Cast Off

Cast out to sea, warbling wayward. Only the wind speaks, offering its favors– its knowledge and greed, gathering our labors to skim waves so free, spreading them skyward. Our grief? Let it be, whistling onward. Say goodbye to me, but I’ll save my words. This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly from the Skeptic’s Kaddish involves breakups.Continue reading “Cast Off”

Fractured Island

Minocqua: island paradise woodland wreathed in whispering waters refraction of shimmering skies For this week’s W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish, Britta provided this beautiful poem and challenged us o write about a place with these guidelines: “Include the name of a city (town, village) in your poem This could be your home town, orContinue reading “Fractured Island”

Solstice

summer’s breath blistering sunrise glowing still long past day simmering into sunset lengthening shadows For today’s #TankaTuesday Challenge, I tried a Shadorma, a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem that uses the syllables 3/5/3/3/7/5. The theme for today’s challenge was “The Longest Day”, which immediately filled my mind with images of sunshine, beaches, and summer. This particularContinue reading “Solstice”

Daydreamers

Cast off into adorable wonder free for a moment from the mysteries of plagues and missing friends and mom’s missing hair. Open starry eyes under chilled sunshine meandering through streams and chiseling dreams from sandstone pebbles and bleached birch limbs and moon-rinsed earth. This week’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish is from MichelleContinue reading “Daydreamers”

Poem: Ways of Seeing

Maybe some sovereign ellipses, bracketing the earth’s brilliance, mounting unlimited power. Maybe Ares’ spear and shield, his rights chariot-ridden through clouds under his father’s thunderbolts. Maybe drops of ice crystals, floating suspended in the sky, whispering back to trace damp earth. Today, I’m participating in David’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Today’s promptContinue reading “Poem: Ways of Seeing”