Abandoned Trestle
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Seattle, Lake Shoreand Eastern Railway
1885- 1896
Snoqualmie Falls
Abandoned Trestle
Seattle, Washington
photo by John Johnson
My eyes linger on
Vintage remnants
Once born against a
Threadbare mountain.
Refurbished land, splintered green
An abandoned trestle
Lies on sutured ground,
Ingrained by parallel seams.
Her aged black skin
Perspiring beneath a creosote sun
Is paused
For a train never sounding
Her intoned whistle.
A sloping north hemisphere
Bestowing icy Snowqualmie Falls,
White spittle dredged my skin.
3WW words are in bold.
door
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drab iron peacock wingsdredged with broken glass is
dressed above vintage wood.
diminished antique is
deprived vibrant color
delicate touch of hand
deceased before one’s eyes.
Photo by Cristina M Russo
church
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love falls church,
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ground weathered by untouched graves
forgotten white church
Hubby saw a bumper sticker yesterday that said love falls church. When he woke up this morning he said he wanted me to write him a haiku with those words. So, I chose to write about an abandoned white church. We found the church while riding our four wheeler in the hills. I wish I had a camera that day because it was a beautiful place.
early bloom
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a Bradford pear tree
was in full BLOOM,
led authorities to close
interstate 75,
sweeps leaves away
over the whir
of passing cars
on that August morning.
My first attempt at a found poem. I was sick while attempting this. Hence the shortness. I might revisit this one when I am feeling much better. Or, I might attempt a new one later and see what comes out. At least, I like where this one was headed.
of passing cars
on that August morning.
My first attempt at a found poem. I was sick while attempting this. Hence the shortness. I might revisit this one when I am feeling much better. Or, I might attempt a new one later and see what comes out. At least, I like where this one was headed.
No Salt Required
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no salt required,
poesaics
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Victorian style dress
Adorned with yellow satin shoes
And, a white bonnet her mama let her choose.
She set out to play
In her Shirley Temple curls, none astray
When she happened upon the wood anemone
Thinking she would find Jiminy.
Her tiny lips parted a whistle
Amongst thorn and thistle
When bluebirds flitted across the land
Nestling in her tiny hand.
gypsy
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glint from Llesenia’s
glossy mask before she
grazes upturned hair with
gentle touch. Her folded
green eyes dream of catching
graceful butterfly wings.
wandering tales foretold
with her fortune read on
wings of butterfly. She’s
waiting for Pegasus,
willing his arrival.
wheel of caravan heard
water is splashing, fresh.
fretted laughter coming
from traveling gypsies
forced Llesenia come
forth. She drank their water
feeling an attachment,
fetter, alongside her
featured wrists and ankles.
at Mt Helicon she
abruptly woke, tired,
alone. There she did hear
all three gypsies gather
along the Hippocrene.
a Pegasus stood, lone,
allowing her escape.
Beauty Leaves
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Moon licked by character, wasp nest
And a sliver of orange is
Reaching together into
Tongues of landscape
A wild form,
Impeccable.
You just have to trust,
For some kinds,
Beauty
Leaves.
My poem was created for Danika over at the Accidental Novelist. She's given everyone a challenge. You are asked to rewrite bits of her poetry and use them in your own poem. Here are the words:
landscape is a form of character
reaching into leaves a wasp nest
licked together by an orchestra of
tongues wild and orange sliver for
moon impeccable shadow some kinds of
beauty you just have to trust
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