Weekend Quickie #228
Saturday, April 29, 2017
One Image, One Prompt, One Emotion
“From which stars have we fallen, to meet each other here?” Friedrich Nietzsche
Mamie Willoughby Pound
unlace my wings
whisper your dark, sweet tale
while magpies cry in the black night
the sun is gone
just as she has left me
alone, vulnerable, empty
outwith your arms.
side by side together.
the stillness in your quiet mood,
limbs entwined, we
lay together in the
quiet stillness of our deep love,
to be the wind
and slip beneath your door
to caress your divine body
Writers: Moira McArthur, Matt Henderson, Maureen Larter, Nerisha Kemraj
Patches of dirt
And grass, green and lush,
Dotted with cattle.
Distance giving the area
Opalescent patterns of bright
Colour, spots all over.
Keeping my imagination alive.
A Poem of Paean
Maybe another word or two; a polished phrase, poised, boot to wing–to unzip
at just the right time, flowing with just the right balance—grace, gusto,
momentum—soft enough to touch but resilient enough to invoke
intimations of reverence to look at with awe and wonder—a red butterfly’s dream
Everything one could expect and delight in from a poet’s words–magic spells.
Dancing, laughing, sharing joy, with her spirit so kind
Always forgiving, and ready to learn, without a quota
Understanding total love, whether through her presence or a chocolate gateau
Giving her all in everything she does, she’s forever smiling
Heart of gold, she strives for truth
Thankful for the things, to her, we’ve taught
Earth has known no greater joy or love,
Radiantly presented through the compassion of a true DAUGHTER…
Rewritings and edits are making you cuss.
Every time, says Finn, We get this fuss.
Writing is all about getting things down.
Reader decides dunce cap or crown.
If all you wish is fortune and fame
Then sister, you’re certainly in the wrong game.
I guess what I’m trying to say, is keep going
No giving in, keep that story growing.
Give me tonight, a chapter or three.
See? I’m behind you. Now get me my tea.