My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

4 Synthesis--Comedic attR(e)action

Their banter
goes beyond duty. 
While an element
of their chosen profession,
one
would have to be
blind
not to see
the underlying chemistry. 





The moment the last line was out, I felt like I could do so much more to this.  Blast it open!  Explore the idea of a simple chemical reaction.  I have a feeling I'll be revisiting this piece in the future, but for today now it will stand as my Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>banter, duty, element] contribution.  Not sure about the title either...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

3 Last Call: Pink Shines

pink tickles
like a feather boa
draped along the shoulders

pink sparkles
like a dazzling jewel
adorning a delicate finger

pink flares
like a plush skirt
twirling about the legs

pink glitters
like nail polish
painted upon toe nails

pink shouts “look at me”
like the little girl
dressed to the nines





This has been a crazy week...and it is not even over yet.  I'm cheating on this Last Call in two ways.  First, I'm using an old poem instead of writing a new one.  It was written during my off period (while hiding in my happy place).  Second, I am skipping the reading that normally accompanies this Last Call.

This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.  

Sunday, September 2, 2012

2 Time Capsule: Thoughts

Title:  Thoughts
Date:  04/16/1996
Setting:  Sophomore year of college--first Poetry List poem
Form:  Free Verse

The winds echo through the trees
while sunbeams bounce off crystal waters
by which I am surrounded
sinking slowly down
into its depths
I am engulfed by cool caressing fingers
Fully emerged
my breath is lost
Suddenly a pain
As though someone is standing on my chest
I gasp for air
yet none is to be found
Struggling frantically
the surface miles from my touch
Piercing the water
with an immense thrust
my head tilts back
Tasting the air once again
thoughts soften in my mind
and images subside
The wind echoes through the trees
while sunbeams bounce off crystal waters
which surround me and now embodies my mind

Notes:  This poem was the first poem I sent out via email to a group of people.  It was (as it would turn out) the first poem of my Poetry List collection.  While 95% of the poems written for the Poetry List were written on the spot in the computer lab between classes, this one was not.  It was simply the first I chose to share with others in this manner.

Artifact I:  Original handwritten version of the poem.