Sunday, June 21, 2015

Look



exuberance of
blue-sky-eyes
bathe
prism-split
radiance
on objects
below

Photo Prompt thanks to Magpie Tales 275

Monday, June 15, 2015

Vine

There was a vine
Twined round my wrists
A vein that flows
From heart to lips
Mouth bound to speak
Twisted about
Over my head
In dreams and doubts

There was a vine
Twined round a tree
A leaf that hears
the hollowest plea
flourished greenry
on rotted limbs
forest way
forced amends

There was a vine
Twined through my thoughts
Tangential losses
Over coffee plots
Somewhere the root
Holds its hearty grip
Somewhere the branch
Cracks another lick

There was a vine
I’m clinging to


Photo Prompt Mag 274

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Excalibur



Burned out shells grow plywood skin
Shed bricks and eaves
Scraped clean of copper, iron, brass.
Along the rocky sidewalk
One mown lawn like a missing tooth
Midst meadows of evergreen and every grass

Diehards and activists self-medicate with
Community gardens and Artisan shops  
First Annual Neighborhood Cleanup Day.
New pioneers resurrecting this legendary organism
Demolition, rebuilding, success written
All over their matching t-shirts.
Ready to be the hero who’ll pull the dagger
Out of its heart.

Photo Prompt: Mag 273