Showing posts with label NewWorldCreativeUnion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NewWorldCreativeUnion. Show all posts

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Sunscreen

I appreciate the sun
Its beautiful proximity
The light in dark places
Reflecting off the moon
Rising at dawn
Setting over water
Ending a romantic day.

I fear its end
Uncertainty at night
The cold breeze
Swept over burns
Memories of brightness
On a lonely night.


Photograph by National Geographic

Prompt by New World Creative Union's Wednesday Wake Up Call

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Cento for NWCU

You are young, so young,
I can walk through lonely aisles
Always finding what I want in you.
The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
I held you too tight
And you slipped through my hands.
I poured myself into you.

Stroll with me in green -
Hard rain falls
Our twilight spins
Lost in constellation.
The fire whispers
Background jazz.
Pasts forgotten
I kiss you in your sleep.
Bright stars dimmer in the cold.


Prompt from Wednesday Wake-Up Call 26.12.12 Collage to Close the Year. We were challenged to create a work from other works throughout the year.  I chose to write a cento from my two collections, Night Poems and Haiku in the Night.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

1999

At the turn of the century, I was 13
Almost half the age at which I write
I don't remember very much, except
Our bubbled drinks not quite champagne
The thrill of staying up past bedtime
And New Years Rockin' Eve, that now
I just can't watch without Dick Clark.


Image Source: Juiceboxxx.com

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Not So Singing Fish

I see the planets pink, gold orbs
Surrounding a bipedal fish
Who swam so far to stand
But still, can't sing.
His red eye tells the story
We can't hear.
Adhoc brushstrokes and
The wild lines are music.
Gills convert color into oxygen
Hitting notes heard only from within.
 
  
Image Credit: Singing Fish by Joan Miro (1921)
 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Silence

I hear lost love
In the silence;
Echoes of what were
Possibilities before
My choices anchored me
And I could not move forward
Or fall back in time.





Prompt "Silence"
by NewWorldCreativeUnion

Image Source: New Scientist