katydid
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katydid,
naquillity,
poesaics,
poetry postcard
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kneeling before a waif legend,
alone, in deciduous
trees… I
yerk sounds of green,
down, close to my ear-
intricate stridulations
done in onomatopoeic song.
katydid was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
Realities of the Heart
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naquillity,
poesaics,
poetry postcard,
realities of the heart
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Beached whales, humpback,
Laminate Hager's field where
Lambent feet crisscross
Rows of laughter
And lungs burn
From siphoned haydust.
The words Marco... Polo
Trip from our tongues
Like water from a spout hole
Until someone is tagged, it.
Realities was written for a Poetry Postcard project throughout August.
There
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just write words,
lissa,
naquillity,
poesaics,
read write poem,
there
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I never spoke
Of you
As lover, there,
In the corner of my life,
Touching,
So close to me.
Time slowly erased my days
But I never forgot,
Not in the split seconds of solitude,
Not in the parenthesis of gray insomnia
Did I once regret you,
Inside, there
Now, you’re a fissure
I never erased.
I would dream of someone
Who was never in my hand
Until the universe tilted my life.
Before I ever thought of
Never speaking
Of you.
My poem was written for Read, Write, Poems prompt #41 using words from Lissa's skeleton poem. Her skeleton poem is below.
Lissa's Skeleton Poem
I never _____
of you
as _____ there
in the corner of my life
_____
so close to me
time slowly _____ my days
but I never _____
not in the split seconds of solitude
not in the _____ of _____ insomnia
did I once _____ of you
_____ there
now you’re _____
I never _____
I would _____ someone
who _____ never in _____ _____
until the _____ _____ of _____ life
_____ I ever _____ of
never _____
of you
death: a poetic thesis
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death: a poetic thesis,
naquillity,
poesaics,
the poetry collaborative
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my sorrows resided inside a
moment. each sounded to simulate
scabbed hearts- the thrum of death.
salted wounds and broken earth, wince.
I gather my mortar and pestle,
crushing this susurration with
flex of hand and carve petroglyphs,
strange mosaics, without
exit. at the berm of stone
i stare into murky depths of
mud and pull away my hand.
I stopped by The Poetry Collaborative last night and used their starting and end words to create this poem. I added a few lines in between the words they gave me to make it blend better.
Perimeter
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cascade,
naquillity,
perimeter,
poesaics
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The recessive threads of life,
Where the underbelly is cool.
Breaking the slit perimeter
I allow its throated winds where
I'm destined to walk the outcroppings.
I edge forward, infinite chaos,
Intertwined with
The recessive threads of life.
I balance in that moment,
That perimeter,
Where the underbelly is cool.
till we meet again
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naquillity,
poesaics,
sedoka,
till we meet again
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seep through the slow, earmarked clouds;
Heaven's rhythm is idle.
she lingers somewhere
between daylight and goodbye;
arrivederci, my love.
Abandoned House
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abandoned house,
fototudes,
four baby foxes,
fox,
naquillity,
spring,
video,
walking
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We approach an abandoned house from the east side. Running across expanding green features we fall to our hands and knees in search of a small treasure. Digging underneath the house's west corner we excavate a white marble with yellow swirls. I imagine it belongs to the previous owner's son.
After dinner, we drove our walking route to see how far we had walked.
Slowing in front of the abandoned house we explain to my husband where the marble was previously found. There upon the hillside we saw a red fox. She was the color of fire. Rays of sunlight fallen and compressed to her skin. She was beautiful. Then in the murmur of our voices she disappeared.
Before we drove off we saw four baby foxes scurrying from the same west corner as where the marble was found. Imagine our excitement at seeing a red, mother fox and her babies. Below you can find a picture (click to enlarge) and video of the four baby foxes.
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