If only plugs could speak…

photo by way of frizztext

photo by way of frizztext

“plug me in!”
he’d shout

cuddle me in
to power and heat

listen to the tunes
feel the waves

find rest
your conduit

link to the stars
tide of the moon

your energy key.

Rumble…slosh

Antartica

rumble…slosh
waves crash shore
rumble…slosh
more and more

rumble…slosh
deep – shallow
rumble…slosh
rush to flow

rumble…slosh
sand breaks down
rumble…slosh
shore to town

more and more
evermore

In dependance on: Rebecca…Amy…

Fibonacci created the math Jeanne created the colors

Fibonacci created the math
Jeanne created the colors

Fireworks
by Rebecca Kai Dotlich

Emerald glitter
fills the sky;
a thousand dashing
dragon eyes
sparkle! flash!
spiral,
climb —
leaping,
leaving Earth
behind.
Roman candles
sizzle,
shatter,
diamonds dazzle,
rubies
scatter,
spilling silver
stars of fire–
blasting bits
of copper wire.
Sapphires crumble
in the sky,
tinsel tumbles
down to die,
onto city streets
and roads;
CRACKLE–
POP!
The sky
explodes!
–Rebecca Kai Dotlich, from LEMONADE SUN, all rights reserved
I’d like to thank Amy for giving me permission to post a poem from FOREST HAS A SONG today.

Photo and Mask by Jeanne

Photo and Mask by Jeanne


First Flight
by Amy Ludwig Vanderwater

Mommy, I’m scared to be this high.
All owls are scared on their first try.

My tail feathers feel so tingly with fear.
You can do it. Calm down. Careful now. Steer.

I can’t see a thing through all this black.
Just go to Spruce and come right back.

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP–WHOOOSH!
FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP–SWOOOSH!

Look, Mom! I made it! Wow! I can fly!
I knew you could. You were born for sky.

From FOREST HAS A SONG (Clarion, 2013)
Posted with permission of the author.

Ceiling Dance

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Laura Purdie’s Photo from her 15 words or less challenge.

Stepping
‘tween the rays
spectacle
of golden light
reindeer rays
“twain” again
again, again…

Lost

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Went to Albany Med for a biopsy.
Lost in the Infinite Hallways.
Chaplin befriends me on the elevator.
Holds my hand for 30 minutes on the way to Radiology.
Forgot the paper script.
They found me electronically.
Soul found home.
Thyroid found needle.
Ears heard doctor.
Heart found hope.
Angels held me fast
As always.

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I Select You!

The soul chooses...

The soul chooses…

The Soul Selects Her Own Society
by Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886

The soul selects her own society
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —

Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —

I’ve known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —

1862

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This is a stop-action shot of the Universe

This is a stop-action shot of the Universe

the call on land-line
switches to voice mail;
then
quickly rings on iPhone.

50 year old friend
waxes strong;
plans a picnic @ the Bay
in the shade:

hot dog memories
marshmallow tid-bits
sweet wine swallows
bitter sweet memories
adventures in the sand.

Must be the fourth of July!

Sin or Sanctity?

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I choose
the holy wings
or
murky view.

Alight in light
humility’s path.

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I’m trying to reach you…

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feeling for the portal
pat, pat, pat
are you in the wire?
squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
in the phone waves?
buzzz, buzzz, buzzz
stacked in the posts?
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
waiting, face to face?
grimace, grimace, grimace
feeling my way to your preferences:

grab, grab, grab

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