vicinity, vicnity, vicinity : for Miz Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/07/28/surroundings/

vicinity, vicinity, vicinity

the foaming ocean under the sky

with the sun almost overhead at noon...

umbrellas, open and too those closed -

for rent - look small to the parasailer

though the seagulls look for

unattended lunch or free popcorn

from tourist lining the shore

after a short stroll on the boardwalk,

greenbacks are exchanged for bing cherry

and espresso bean coffee ice cream

as we escape getting our skin tanned -

I return to cooler air on our fifth floor balcony

now shaded as the sun heads west -

bottle caps for water bottles look like white dots

here at this ocean sea side resort some older

buildings are still low in their profile and I can

see read and white flowers planted in patio

boxes of the rentals that are at ground level -

those folks need to go to the concrete break-

wall in order to see the incoming tide, those

brilliant waves under the sun, cutting the sea

(c) JP/davh

low/sand high/sky gold/sun green/wave folded/umbrella

keen/parasailer living/seagull not living/boardwalk

polka dot/bottle cap, verb for getting/tanned,

verb for spending/exchanged verb for use with seeds/planting

verb for use with blades/cutting

An Arrangement

An Arrangement

There is both a joy and an inherent

sadness when I turn from my chore

down at the creek attempting to clean

debris that catches in the crooked arm

of the fallen tree...

to see about fifty or is it one hundred feet

south a single heron - knowing that there

was a pair over twenty years ago... that

together scouted this secure hideaway

for the abundance of fish...after the growth

of the season made it nigh impossible for

the fisherfolk with rods and reels to attempt

to secure even just a tad of its bounty

I speak calming words, unknown sounds

to the grace and grey-blue bird - and I nod,

bow, and say thank you for sharing this space,

this moment however brief - stay let us be...

each others’ witness to something that

we do not understand, and yet do -

life is a treasure, we exist to co-exist

I have to hope and believe that is true.

©JP/davh

Impressive : (dual prompts for Miz Q and The Sunday Whirl)

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/07/27/hard-times/

If I remember I will add the Sunday Wordle link for 119 tomorrow, because I used the wordle list

for this piece.

Impressive

when some memories are

revisited we watch from the

distance like crows eyeing

scarce valuable vegetation -

that we believe will provide

strength - perhaps it is best

though at times to let those

misshapen cells that we thought

were so firmly rooted,

untangle and become eroded

with the rain of our tears

let those frayed threads

which once we wove with great

angst of false importance vanish at

last, and let the present, the true good

moment of now, be our *breadth.

let us live wholeheartedly

with conviction to spread joy,

aid those with less fortune -

and be grateful for every breath.

Memories should tug at

but not control our emotional

well being - listen to the music

of the land and the living.

©JP/davh

*breadth = 3. freedom from narrowness or restraint; liberality: a person with great breadth of view.

Fiddle Me This : For Miz Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/da-do-ron-ron-ron/

or go with anaphora or epistrophe or...see the prompt!

Fiddle Me This!

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

Done the job, thank you ma’am

Hammer the nail from dawn ‘til dusk

Come here Mama, smell my musk

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

Let me be your new roof, says I

Let me show you my skill

Let me show you how I can drill

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

I’m usin’ all my natural talents

while baking in the heat of the sun

from a hard day’s work - I’ll not run

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

dang those mosquitoes the ones that buzz

and the silent missus too - blinkin’ my eye

dripping sweat, looking forward to the night’s sky

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

Bechta you’d be good at foot stompin’

in the barn when the caller shouts ‘Promenade!’

Aww honey, can you bring me a lemonade -

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

and to when the work day is complete

I’ll lay down my hammer with ‘nary a peep

my energy spent, in your arms I’ll sleep

Wack! Attack! Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

Done the job, thank you ma’am

Hammer the nail from dawn ‘til dusk

Come here Mama, smell my musk

©JP/davh         

Sunken Treasure : A kaleidoscop poem for WWP 167

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/prompt-167/

kaleidoscope poem...

Sunken Treasure?

salt emotions, the tears of joy

from the sea that takes away

that which we love

but thankfully on ebbing tides

eventually returns that which

we think belongs just to us

while apart twisting our dream visions

we have to *sally forth perhaps, soldier on

in our uniform disguise

trying to remember just what was the point

to the separation - was it to become

a hero waving democracy

only to be thwarted by disease - and

all the other lies that were never voiced

once death called

the love once thought to be forever

landed squarely, thickly as wooden chips,

that weight - was on your shoulders

perhaps we can tell them ...when they

arrive...that counted years mean nothing

and we are indeed together again...

©JP/davh

*sally forth = verb; set out in a sudden, energetic or violent manner

Note: early death prevented love to blossom. If we can believe that

the dead can meet ... then perhaps this couple is together again?

The link is to the series that I took the 'bits' from:

http://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/a-different-calling-a-series-with-an-addition/

Beaten! : for Miz Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/07/24/another-sinner-or-two/

Your challenge is to write a poem with a strong beat.  Or to revise a previously written piece, giving it an almost percussive quality.

A cinquain forward and backwards:

Beaten!

Wack! Attack!

Slap! Swat! Slam! Bam!...

The seasons best are besting me!

Following their own beat and rhythm; Munch, crunch!

Blood suckers!

Blood suckers!

Mostly mosquitoes thinking I’m a really sweet treat

Going for my smoothie banana breath

I’m going hide inside -

Attack! Wack!

©JP/davh

So maybe this isn’t what Miz Q had in mind. Though I really enjoyed listening to The Seekers.

Much More Than Muzak : for Miz Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/07/23/beat/

Have a listen to this Miz Q prompt :)

Much More Than Muzak

As fast as a racing train my heart

rhythm joins keys skillfully hammered

the pounding of tunt stretched skin and

tympanic touches - remembering

crashing on the skylight and the

thunder announcing, demanding attention

of the weather change

I want to get up and run as far and as fast

as I can - away from yesterdays’ news

the words that say there are limits.

While we know there is that stop sign looming

and eventually we will all end up

either buried or as ashes...I reason that

death is not really cruel - just the waiting

Flip the coin, rejoice and celebrate

with every new birth, boys and girls -

as they wake to illuminated days to see

the loving faces of their families - balance

them in your arms and on your hips, dance

to glories - advantages, hours, fresh apples.

Find excuses to embrace time and live.

©JP/davh

Concret Confrontation : for Miz Q

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/picture/

Please see the photo in the link for my inspiration to:

Concret Confrontation

I thought I would never have to see them again

and yet there - disturbing my walk through the park

on holiday - stiff and uncommunicative, there they were

I could only stop momentary I didn’t want to get caught

under their stony stare spell of righteous indignation -

“There is only one way to do anything - the rules we have made”

At least I knew where they were now, after I had been able

to escape and add color to my own life. The distance I had put

between us allowed me to live... them to fade from my life.

There are no words that can be cut into stone that can

order anyone. Even if you could see the beauty in the depth

of the carving, the artistry in the curve of the letters...

Once you trap something and demand that only one

road can be taken, only one view can be honored,

that there is only one right way - you have sealed yourself off

From all the other beauty, imagination and interpretation

that can and does exist. I did admire the artist - they had

captured them so well, stiff and rigid, a bit fearful yet mute.

Though I could not see their statuesque lips moving I had heard

them so often I could hear their fire and brimstone speeches -

enough was enough. I bid them adieu and walked away.

©JP/davh

Oasis of an Inkling

http://themirrorobscura.com/2013/07/21/a-death-in-the-family/

Oasis of an Inkling

It seems as each month passes,

even with its countable blessings

there are more dark anniversaries

While I remember your birthday

yesterday, it is just an occasion

to remember that you are not here

to witness and partake in the newest

life that adds to your, our family tree...

so I recall - you are not here...

and that yesterday brought more less

enchanting news - the reviews of

test results, seeking more tests

which may result in another loss

however that undetermined blob or

blot decides to progress in an elder.

The mail also delivered the overdressed

proclamation of giving birth and death dates

of a great aunt who...passed.

Though not coherent in later years -

almost reached the century mark.

So I ask, when do we really die?

Is it when spiritual essence ascends -

if that is what one would like to believe,

or is it more of a slow progression...

The bits of scab and dead skin that

flitters off as we toss and turn

while traveling through dreams?   

©JP/davh