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… SCULPT a memory …

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hear

the  SOUNDS  of

your own BREATHING

your heart  ·B·E·A·T·I·N·G·

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taste

the  AIR

SAVOR

the  spices

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see

the

W

I

N

D

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fondling

the trees

as it

p  a  s  s  e  s

BYE

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breathe in

deeply

catch the scents

s

w

i

r

l

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n

g

a r (Y) O  U n d

EACH

o n e

d.  i.  s.  t.  i.  n.  c.  t.

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CLOSE  your  eyes ~

feel

the  t e x t u r e

of  a cat’s  fur

THE BARK OF A TREE

your  lover’s  skin

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combine

ALL  of  your  s e n s e s

sculpt

the  memory  of

DAY  in your life

keep  it

n

 e

a

r

b

y

so you can  revisit  it

whenever you like

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learn

the  A R T

 of

e x p e r i e n c i n g   the   N O W

without

losing

the

P

 A

S

T

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“make a memory”   Bon Jovi

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originally posted  26 February 2012
slightly revised  24 March 2015

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artwork   ~   “Abstract Composition”   Oleksandr Bogomazov
{  public domain }

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this is my submission to ~

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The Tuesday Platform    at   imaginary garden with real toads

thank you, Kerry!

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• • • WILDcat • • •

as i  was
ly

-ing in my bed

on  the   EDGE   of   sleep

 the

a n i m a l

within

was   y e a r n i n g   to  get

o u t

OVERPOWERING

me

even though we both knew

it meant the

E N D

of  my humanity

silently,     c h a n g i n g

becoming  some-thing

N E W

Ư ɳ ɨ ɋ ų ę

feral

H·U·N·G·R·Y

H E

only saw

my amber eyes

glowing in the dark

…..before i attacked


“Maneater”   Daryl Hall & John Oates

originally posted  6 January 2012

prompted by  ~

Fireblossom Friday #2… You Animal!  

at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   Image above and find the animal within

thank you for the great prompt, Shay!

Friday Flash 55   see the   G-Man  at  Mr. KnowItAll
flash fiction 55

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∙ఱ∙ •ౡ• ∙∙ secrets and lies ∙∙ •ౡ• ∙ఱ∙


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i  wake each dawn exposed
stripped of  all pretense
anyone would see what  i am
thus i  must ever sleep alone

i  step outside my door
wrapped in deception’s raiment
allowing no one
to glimpse
the naked truth of  me

should you look too long
i  gather my illusions tight around me
reflecting that which you think i  should be
clothed in nothing but fantasy

my dress of  false conformity
leggings woven out of  secrets and lies
shoes shiny with your expectations
a sparkling necklace of  insincerity

if  i  should meet someone
who can ignore my desperate conjuring
yet still smile and reach for my hand
i  will finally become
the me  i was meant to be

∙ఱ∙ •ౡ• ∙ఱ∙

ఱ •ౡ• ఱ

∙ •ౡ• ∙

•ౡ•


“Secrets”   One Republic

artwork ~    “Woman with umbrella. The Parisian”    Robert Delaunay
{  public domain }

originally posted  24 January 2014  { revised slightly }

prompted by ~


Fireblossom Friday:  Clothes Make the Woman!    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem in which clothes play a significant part


thank you,  Fireblossom!

this is my submission to ~

Poetry Pantry #242    at    Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary

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∙ ∙ ϟ∙ ϡ Ϡ ∙Ϟ ∙ ∙ fly away

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“I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly”
ϟ
 Lenny Kravitz

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at seventeen
she was so obscene
thought the heavens above
were made to shower her with love

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’til the day she ventured out
got her first taste of  self-doubt
learned lickety-split
that she didn’t mean shit

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she found no glory     …no fame
everywhere it was the same
nothing special was she
nothing more would she be

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the Goddess’s grace
brought a stranger to that place
in time to be revived
and so she survived

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survived to write
but never be in the limelight
the constant depression
led to her writing a confession

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survived to continuously attempt
to end the life she held in contempt
and at last succeed
to fill that aching need

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fame she finally received
when others grieved
the loss of  Victoria Lucas
( for whom the bell jar tolled )
still no one knew who Sylvia was
( years later her story finally told )

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all i wanted that day
was to fly away
free
to be me

∙ ϟ∙  ϡ Ϡ  ∙Ϟ ∙

∙ ϟ∙  Ϡ  ∙Ϟ ∙

∙ ϟ∙ ϡ ∙Ϟ ∙

∙Ϟ ∙

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“I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah,  yeah,  yeah”


 “Fly Away”  Lenny Kravitz

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this poem is about a mid-twentieth century rebel girl,  the writer and poet  Sylvia Plath,  who committed suicide a month after the publication of  her famous semi-autobiographical novel,  “The Bell Jar,”  which originally came out under the pseudonym  ‘Victoria Lucas’  in 1963.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of  confessional poetry   in two published collections:  “The Colossus and Other Poems”  and  “Ariel.”   in 1982,  she became the first poet to win a Pulitzer Prize posthumously,  for The Collected Poems.  Plath suffered from depression all her adult life and attempted suicide many times through the years.

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image ~ Coral-tailed Cloudwing Dragonfly  Tholymis tillarga
Bangalore Photograph by L. Shyamal, 2006
GNU Free Documentation License

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originally posted  12 September 2012

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prompted by ~

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If I Could Have Just a Moment     at    POETRY JAM
prompt: So my challenge to you this week is to pick your moment…any moment…and capture it poetically.

{ i attempted suicide when i was 17,  surviving only because a stranger happened upon me in a very isolated location.  had i succeeded,  my daughter,  granddaughter and grandson would never have been born. }


thank you,  Mary M!

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Out of Standard with Izy    at   imaginary garden with real toads
September’s Challenge:  the rebel girl  { i chose Sylvia Plath }


thank you,  Izy!

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ꖢꔷ ꔷ i can build a house ꔷ ꔷꖢ

ꔷ ꖢ ꔷ

i can build a house

with the East wall looking to the future

the South made up of  the present

the West nothing but the past

the North facing infinite possibilities

and above a sky full of  stars

but it’s not a home

without you

ꔷ ꖢ ꔷ

ꕐ ꔷꖢꔷ ꖪ

ꔷ ꕐ ꔷꖢꔷ ꖪ ꔷ


“A House Is Not A Home”    Ella Fitzgerald

originally posted  21 February 2013

artwork ~   “Houses at Falaise in the Fog”   Claude Monet
{ public domain }

*in certain divinatory practices the directions represent time phases:

North = Infinite Possibility (no-time)
South = Present – Now
West = Past
East = Future

this was prompted by ~

Words Count With Mama Zen    at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   build a house in 48 words or less


thank you,  Mama Zen!

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