Sunday, January 27, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #153


                                                    Charlotte Gainsborg, AnOther


THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie Tales...


OLD MUSIC

I'm thinking of my green self,
of slipping into that yellow tee,
jeans sitting low,
dancing with everyone
but mostly alone.

Of tasting a coke
and licking the lemon.

Of spinning out across the floor
at the Sea Turtle Bar,
my glass slippers
kicked into the blink
of a purple strobe,

bare feet tingling as I levitate
to the Velvet Underground,
a downbeat away from The Dead.


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Sunday, January 20, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #152

 
 
 
THANK YOU, Tess, at Magpie Tales...
 
 
HOLD ON
 
Don't pull away,
we'll be alright
if you hold on.
 
That way
you can press my hand
and even
if you have to touch
your itchy nose,
 
I know how important it is
to scratch an irritation. 
 
 
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Sunday, January 13, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #151


                                                    Body Sock/ image/ Tess Kincaid


Thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales...


COVER UP

Once and for all
the farce of my attachment
to a notion of beauty
is exposed
as the entrapment
of conceit itself.

What was I thinking
so many years ago
with that
outburst of allure?

An old image,
smile and say cheese,
proves me a fool.

Nothing speaks
the truth of absurdity
like the shape
of my appearance,

my mind's eye now
rolling with derision
at "how could I"?


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Sunday, January 6, 2013

MAGPIE...Prompt #150


                                               Image/ Daniel Murtagh       

Thank you, Tess, at Magpie Tales....Just words today, wish I could post that lovely photo...inspired nevertheless!

 Well, as you can see, I was finally able to post the photo...angels must have helped, certainly wasn't Blogger!!



THE DOOR

Strung together,
like cheap pearls,
my moment,
my heart,
soul a grain of sand,
powerless
in the grasp of vanity.

Pride opens the door,
the breach unguarded,
transient details unfold.

Always an inner fee
when I was the wine,
when I was the rose.


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