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›¤‹ dreams and constellations ›¤‹

creek 2 Nov 2013

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That summer was filled with nights exploring dreams,  building hopes,  fighting fears.  Sneaking out at midnight,  they met down by the creek and discussed everything that was important to fourteen-year-olds.  Sometimes lying side by side under the open sky,  trying to name the constellations…  sometimes sitting against the trunk of  the biggest tree reading a book together in the light of  a camping lantern…  once even skinny dipping when the creek was so full it almost flooded its banks.  They could talk about things they’d only thought to themselves until then.  It was probably easier for both of them,  knowing that he was leaving the end of July.

After he’d taken the train back to Chicago,  she would walk by his grandparents’  house sometimes and wonder who he was talking to now…  if  he ever thought of her…

On a visit home to her parent’s ten years later,  when she had achieved some of the very dreams they had discussed that summer,  she learned he had been killed by a drunk driver.  She tried to find a familiar spot but the creek bed was long since dry,  the wooden footbridge was falling apart,  the entire area was covered in undergrowth.  On the walk back she passed his grandparents’  old house.  It had recently been renovated leaving nothing familiar there either.

The sadness was overwhelming until she realized that he had always been with her and would be for the rest of  her life.  If  it weren’t for him,  she wouldn’t have had the courage to reach for the things she wanted in life.  Every success she attained was due in part to him….  she would be sure to add a few of  his dreams to her own.

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“dreams and constellations”  was the final story i wrote at  PHOTOGRAPHprose.  i am saddened that the site no longer exists and also that i only retained copies of  the first and the last of  the five pieces i submitted there.  all of  them,  whether prose or poetry,  were inspired by photographs which had also been submitted to the site.  i have tried to come as close as possible to the feeling of  the original image with the painting above.  though this story was written in June of  2012,  this is the first time it has been posted to this site.

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“Dream a little dream of  me”    The Mamas and The Papas

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artwork ~  “Creek”   Konstantin Korovin
{  public domain  }

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encore presentation: 2012 featured poets — Brian @bmiller007 & Claudia @cmschoenfeld from dVerse ~ Poets Pub @dVersePoets

(inter)national poetry month
April 2013

encore presentation
2012  featured  poets

at my heart’s love songs

dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Brian Miller & Claudia Schoenfeld

to celebrate {inter}national poetry month,  i am pleased to be featuring some of  the most creative,  talented,  brilliant  {really!}  poets of  our time.  i have been fortunate over the past two and a half years to meet this amazing group of  people through twitter and their blogs.  not only are they writers who excite and enchant and entrance their readers,  they are,  one and all,  nice people who are supportive of  everyone in our online poetry community.  the “age of  technology”  has,  in fact,  facilitated the spread of  the ARTS! ~  poetry,  photography,  art,  prose,  music…   i have friends i have yet to meet face-to-face from all around the world.  day or night,  you can visit their blogs and be transported to another time or place or frame of  mind with just a few clicks of  a mouse.  i find it thrilling!  and i believe you will find it equally thrilling to discover their words.

just click on the  “Read More”  links on each poem to be taken to a new tab or window to read the rest of  the poem on the author’s blog.  if  you enjoy what you read,  please leave a comment on their blog to let them know.  { you don’t have to say you saw them here. }  i am truly honored that these wonderful people agreed to be featured on my blog ~  my gratitude to them all.

and thank you for coming to our celebration ~  enjoy!

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub

“around the world or around the block
dVerse is the people, the verse to share,  sit,  speak.
we are poetry in motion,  so grab a front row seat”

dVerse ~ Poets Pub  officially opened on 19 July 2011,  though the first  “link-up”  was  16 July 2011.  it’s hard for me to believe that the site has only been open nine months.  with over 134,000 visits,  it feels like home to many poets.  the site was started by co-founders,  Brian Miller  and  Claudia Schoenfeld,  as an environment to nurture the online poetry community.   here’s what they say about the site:

“D’verse Poets Pub is a place for poets and writers to gather to celebrate poetry.  We are many voices,  but one song.  Our goal is to celebrate;  poets,  verse  &  the difference it can make in the world.  To discover poetry’s many facets and revel in it’s beauty,  even when ugly at times.” 

they  have three opportunities each week for poets to take the stage and mingle with their fellow poets:

  • Poetics - is all about inspiration.  You will write about a provided prompt,  whether music,  art,  photography,  quotes or other challenges.  Poetics opens at 3 pm EST on Saturday.
  • OpenLinkNight – is our large gathering where you link any poem you would like.  This is a great place to meet and hear new voices.  OLN opens at 3 pm EST on Tuesdays.
  • FormForAll/Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft – is our lab,  where you will receive teaching on poetry forms and critique.  This is where we hone our skills.  FormForAll and Meeting the Bar:  Critique and Craft will alternate weeks and opens at 3pm EST on Thursday.

both Brian and Claudia are brilliant poets.  enjoy this small sampling of  their words ~

{ dVerse ~ Poets Pub logo by Alison Jardine.  find her at  http://alisonjardine.com/ }

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featured poet:

Claudia Schoenfeld

Claudia Schoenfeld  lives in Germany,  works in Switzerland and lives close enough to France to have a front row seat,  watching their  “quatorze juillet” fireworks.  so she’s used to cross borders and finds it easy to see beauty in other cultures.  Claudia loves thunderstorms,  improvising on her Alto Sax,  biking and in warm summer nights you sometimes find her sitting on the pavement with a glass of red wine and the mad desire to fly with the passing clouds…   she’s married,  mom of three teenage kids and yep…  published.  Claudia discovered writing poetry in 2010 and since then she has been on a Poetry adventure trail she hopes will never stop unfolding.  ten of Claudia’s poems were recently published in  Fragments.’   her blog is  jaywalking the moon.  Twitter:  @cmschoenfeld

i was introduced to Claudia and her poetry through One Stop Poetry.  no matter the subject or the form,  Claudia’s writing is  filled with passion and vivid imagery.   i don’t know how many languages she speaks,  but she never gives a hint in her poetry that her native language isn’t English.  oh, and for a real treat,  listen to one {or several} of  her audio recordings of  her poetry.  if  i was a man,  i’d be her slave.  she has been incredibly encouraging of  my writing for which i am very grateful.  in her own words ~

“i’m blazing words & drinking poetry.  join in & we may get a prose fire burning,  set the town on fire & syllable-dance in a snowflake covered yard.  i try to think big and love recklessly…”

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BlackBirds”    by   claudia

lights dim,
eyes unsteady as
he runs a quivering finger
through the condensation
that fogs up the glass skin
on the bottle of his drink,
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via   jaywalking the moon

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the frog part is the worst–     by   claudia

you sit on the far end of the couch
& i could reach you easily–
just have to swim through the
wild humpback whale’s

W I D E
——–g a p I n g
—————-teeth, put on

my armor & slay half…..Read More

this is truly special ~  a video of  Claudia reading the poem!

via   jaywalking the moon

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On (a) Sub_Mission”   by   claudia

dim lights sprinkle dust-breath–
from the dancefloor sways
the scent of fresh plowed soil
& with tender hands you work
the wrinkles on my shirt,
———-we’re lost–

in webs of countless steps
that never matter really but
are pillars to the Now,
sticking closer to your moves, i
shut my eyes to…..Read More

via   jaywalking the moon

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still burning   by   claudia

the
softness
of the night still
clings to me with
all its scents–
skin

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warm…..Read More

via   jaywalking the moon

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finishing  school    by   claudia

when we met, there
was this shattered pattern in your eyes,
exactly mirroring mine &

we collapsed into each other,
struggling to break free,
unseen rubber…..Read More

via   jaywalking the moon

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featured poet:

Brian Miller

Brian Miller  is a writer,  poet,  father,  husband,  counselor,  key lime pie eater,  friend,  side street walker;  who doesn’t mind mucking and getting his hands dirty or standing in a cherry blossom rain.  “Everyone has a story and everything a poem,  once you look at it long enough.”   Brian has been published in several magazines and has poems in several compilations.  he is the co-founder of the award winning  One Stop Poetry  and  dVerse Poets.  his blog  is waystationone.   Twitter:  @bmiller007 

what can i say about Brian?  a brilliant writer with an edge.  his wordcraft is truly phenomenal.  you never know where he’s going to take you,  but wherever it is,  it’ll be well worth the trip.  Brian is a really nice guy and i am very appreciative of  his consistent support of  my writing.  in his own words ~

“Married to the most amazing woman and dad of  two adventurous boys.  I am figuring out what life has in store next.  Enjoy the journey.”

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blue balls & wrist watches”    by   brian miller

Live for greatness, the ad for Rolex
on the back of Travel & Leisure

          whispers

soft fingers along my ear & her
fierce eyes thumb through my book
scent marking each page, dress cut
below glossy breasts, just a hint

and what? what?
she wants to sell me

           a time piece, no

because…..Read More

via  waystationone

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And   by   brian miller

And to top it all off
the damn window fell
into the driver side door
unwilling to roll back up

And it’s raining as if
the next…..Read More

via  waystationone

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Balloons & Dirigibles”   by   brian miller

You want to see the world?
You want to see the world?

Let me fix you a cocktail
one part Crash, cause it hits every angle
mix in some P.S. I love you
     stir with Hotel Rwanda
     and garnish with a spritz of Once

Watch them…..Read More

via  waystationone

artwork by  tera of  olive hue designs

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(I’m) Too sexy for this shirt    by   brian miller

I have the T-shirt, cause I been there,
done that and wear them daily until
my closet, full, floor to ceiling, spills
out to fill this life, space I would rather
hide behind a slogan, to hold your att…..Read More

via  waystationone

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Middle Age White Male    by   brian miller

it is the repetitive compression
of the pogo stick, spring snarling
at the constraints of its cylinder
containing and harnessing its power

k-chung
k-chung
k-chung

is this enslavement? bondage?

bra straps, need a quick release
for easy access, so i can stop using
my teeth, so said the dentist
on the last visit

what constrains us?

what do you expect, but sex
and allusion? it
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via  waystationone

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have you entered the

BIG POETRY GIVEAWAY?

just click  HERE  to go to the giveaway post ~  you’ll get all of  the information about what books are being given away and how to enter.

thanks  for  joining  in!

dani

*the giveaway closes at midnight  (12:00am)  Pacific Standard Time USA on the night of  April 30,  2013.

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2012 featured poet at
my heart’s love songs

National Poetry Month April 2013 Badge

all copyright remains with the authors

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breaking all the rules ~ please join us at Poetry Jam

i am delighted to be hosting this week at

Poetry Jam   and the prompt is ~

breaking  all  the  rules


please go to   Poetry Jam ~ breaking all the rules   to read the full post with several ideas for prompts.  i hope you will join us!

NaBloPoMoSoup

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∙ඞ •ඈ• ∙ away ∙ •ඈ• ළ∙

∙ ඈ ∙

as i watched you walk away
the world began speaking in a foreign tongue
and i lost all understanding

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∙ •ඈ• ∙

∙ ඈ ∙

with English subtitles ~

“I Don’t Understand”   Big Bang

artwork ~  “Away”    Esteban Vicente
{ fair use }

this is my submission to ~

Poetics:  Foreign Tongues   at   dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write using a foreign language or
about if  everyone around you is speaking in a language unknown to you

thank you,  Fred!

i am also participating in ~

NaBloPoMoSoup

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wrap around me { revisiting 2010 }

i want to wrap

the dark of night around me

and disappear from view

another fabulous song used as background music for a television show ~


“This Night”   Black Lab

originally posted  24 April 2010
{ rearranged ever so slightly }

artwork ~  “Female Nude in a Landscape”   M.C. Escher
{ fair use }

i am participating in ~

NaBloPoMoSoup

“This Night”   Black Lab

lyrics ~

There are things I have done
There’s a place I have gone
There’s a beast and I let it run
Now it’s running my way
There are things I regret
That you can’t forgive
You can’t forget
There’s a gift
That you sent
You sent it my way

So take this night
And wrap it around me like a sheet
I know I’m not forgiven
But I need a place to sleep
So take this night
And lay me down on the street
I know I’m not forgiven
But I hope that I’ll be given some peace.

There’s a game
That I played
There are rules
I had to break
There’s mistakes that I made
But I made them my way

So take this night
And wrap it around me like a sheet
I know I’m not forgiven
But I need a place to sleep
So take this night
And lay me down on the street
I know I’m not forgiven
But I hope that I’ll be given some peace
Some peace
Some peace

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