Butt wait…

 

Seduce me

In salt and pepper slag

Lipsticked and kissed

You are my swag

So sleek in cylinder fashion

Each one of you

My moment of passion

Ending just before

Your tones of terra cotta

 

Filter me

Just ever so slightly as I

In…..hale……slow…….ly

Incandescent in fire engine red

Kindled by each blazing breath

     Awwww

Silver flakes fall like snow

And I know

I loved you

Once

 

As a former smoker, I cannot tolerate the sight or smell of cigarettes.

Can you find beauty in the ugliness?

That is our challenge today at dVerse. You are welcome to join in at 3 p.m. EST

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Claustrophobic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enclosed I am

Airless, breathless

Must confess to senseless

Gasping, panting,

Mindless ranting

One… two….breathe

I can’t control

The heart rush

Too much

Tightening, fear frenzy

Heightening

I can’t breathe

Just breathe

I’m boxed in, locked in

With no escape

Now I hyperventilate

 

In response to De’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub. Join in with us at 3 p.m. EST. Write a 44 word poem that must include the word “box”.

Far Be It From Me

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  to say I saved you time has traveled in dust deviled clouds and I am not allowed to speak of it but here you are beaming and I’ve been meaning to ask you if you remember the dark , the muffled glow of my heart shattered in pieces       Written for “Poetics: […]

Three Sisters Soup

 

Corn

Beans

Squash

Native

Folklore

Upholding

Traditions

Spirituality

Haudenosaunee

Sustainability

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This week at dVerse, Anna has us experimenting with 3 different approaches to poetry…Reduction, Oulipo and Surprising Conceit. I chose to attempt a very simple Oulipo, where each each line is a single word, and each successive word is one letter longer. You will find a few different recipes for this soup online.  The photo above is my version….without beans.

http://www.motherearthliving.com/cooking-methods/soups-on-three-sisters-soup.aspx

Dead Man Smoking

You think you know me

But you don’t know yourself

I am what you will be

When you are me

I am your death wish come true

Your toxic utopia

Reality rotting while

Comforting words echo

Between the pews

I am the joke on you

Smoke on you blues

That you cannot sing

Without a voice

I am the end

To your choice

~

Today at dVerse, Grace shared the unique poetry of Marvin Bell and then challenged us to write from the perspective of the dead man (or woman)”.