Saturday, February 27, 2016

Irregular ode

~ Image courtesy of Georgia/Bastet ~

When sun is perching on horizon
and colors carousel my eyes
the day is setting, or it’s rising…
how’d you advise?

Sky darkens…some hues maybe leaving
acute night vision ever faint…
when minor mood change so evident
would you pretend?

Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond: Irregular Od

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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Morning Glory

Briskly reeling along trees & bushes the misty streams prevail the common sense. Blowing the yearning through the vessels/hose the air mass drives doubts seeds in their grounding intention to the earth.
While repentant martyrs stones desperately ask fiery dawn of forgiveness, a chance to start over, - the bathed spray/healed troubles slide sonorously back into the heart’s crevices,

infusing music
ancient sitar witnesses joy
first drop on leaf palm

by MMT

Read more at: Mid-Week Motif: Martyrdom 

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Collage 17: you made me feel

~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie ~

You made me feel
so exceptional
so casual & painful
in same time
as day’s sun
penetrated the shoulders,
the retina of our eyes
teasing & tearing
the shadows apart
dared us to wear
to look in the
darkness first
at the corners at
gates closed
for strangers
and gods –
starving hermits
at home with
guitar soul plucking the
last whole strings
of touchless mosaic
treasury chest
blurry patterns
of which we create
in disguise…

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Writing Prompt:Collage #17

Friday, February 19, 2016

A ship of sheared sheep

chasing my integrity
I engulf all broken
remains of self
from pilgrim basket
with jagged sorrow…
. . . .
Every sheared sheep
starts over/rushes in
the swirling water
smelling at distance
the huge field
of juicy grass
makes just head swim
building fearful grimace
grows more wool
missing the wise advice:
slow & steady wins…
. . . .
chasing my integrity
I engulf all broken
remains of self
from pilgrim basket
with jagged sorrow…

by MMT

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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Pleasant messages

The day smiles
with no sun glasses
I’d not noticed you
the hands converting shoulders
tired of temperance
at surface snow/rain
inches/degrees of temptation
debris of winter businesses

under the cool sun
stopped seeing it as disaster
eye to eye signature
we say:
this or better, we’re grateful
wet or dried
when a silica sand
in withered asphalt
the pavement isn't  slippery

our numb/wild joints stiff
jumping jacks & jello help
release the blocked flow
feel our aggregates & wheels?
some pain relief, at least
we alive,
breath satisfyingly

trembling voice mixed with
delta music for insomnia
slight accent
don’t disturb
frozen ears & eyes
looking wide open to distant wall
with new window-screen
kids game
screech-screaming after the school
what a music for soul after 24/7
heater’s  ommm….

we deaf …loudly
call each other
on barbarian languages
send messages different
from urban smelled porches
for leaf on the tree
not by misfortune
growing here,
now flowed away…
that another life
waiting for friends
going on…

pleasant messages
the winds channel
at Sunday’s brunch
for local crows
such release…

I’m here too,

Sunday's Whirligig #46 by MMT

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 

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Thursday, February 11, 2016

So much depends upon...

So much depends upon the card
you pulled of pack, where have been born
the spread, the suite, symbolic art,
the colors/numbers’ vertebra.

So much depends upon the side
you driven to bestride the way
with mirror reflecting lie
unclear patterns, - to refrain.

So much depends upon the will
when you decide to move, transfer
under celestial stars – reveal
your inner power fearless spur.

Read more at: Imaginary gardens with real toads Fireblossom Friday: The Red Wheelbarrow

Friday, February 5, 2016

One step

'Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech
 you will ever regret' ~ Ambrose Bierce. Surreal cup ~ pinterest

One step aside
when passed
bridge - ..
to fall
in cool, uneasy waters
to swim in stream;
for others – to look as
in no need for help
while paddling as a hell
to reach the borders…

what next on that
unpleasant roads,
not comfy unexplored
no trails,
not even steps,
but cup has filled
with a risky ambrose…

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Thursday, February 4, 2016


pinterest ~

In camouflage of yellow
abundance palm
aligned dust, the cobwebs,
the road puzzle
with detours,
denied one-ways,
amalgam of ventures
at the bridge
by the crossroads
lost in darkness
of goodbyes;

behind ten swords
impaled spine & points
denoting rest and mute
resentment voice;
two fingers struggled,
sign of peace.
The archetype
of Martyr.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016