Month: July 2021

The Oasis

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Weekend Writing Prompt #220 – Oasis | Sammi Cox (wordpress.com)

Mornings find comfort here
In the coolness of this paradise,
A silken oasis found
Where thirst and hunger
Find satiety 
Yet thirst and hunger
Still into the desire
Of evenings
Filled with evermore 
Longing for fire
Comforting and raging
Always.

Imitations of Petals

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Petals – July 29, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)


Petals of these words
Capture not your true essence,
A perfume to me.

The rarest flowers
With their soft, fragrant petals
Are waxen mimics

Of

You stretched, glowing sleep
A contented, wonderous sight
Perfect perfection.

of stone and blossoms

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I am unsure how this happened,
but the stone grew, encasing me,
protective and cold, a walking grave
of comfort for many years.

Now, having grown moss over
the passing of so many seasons and
used to the weight of stone I carry
into the calm of night,
blossoms burst forth from this tonnage
of comforting cold stone,
this grave of a home I have known.

I would like to twist,
turn away from
such blossoms,
yet find I cannot.
I cannot gather dust to me,
creating stone again.
Cannot piece shards together
for there are not enough left
in this remaining dust.

As I rest in this place,
I will tuck these blooms away--
Until they bear ripened fruit,
Readied for picking.

Fragrant blossoms
that they may only be
for now.




	


	
	






	
	

		
In the Language of Gods
	


	

		

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In the language of gods,


we speak in whispers


of the luxury to touch


And know all there is


to know of heaven and earth


mingled here in our hearts


and in the earth


beneath us–


a braid


we create in ecstasy


of feeling knowing


all there is to know


of ourselves


and each other–


the sweetness


of rapture


dripping from


the soul


 


 
	


	
	






	
	

		
Petals of Words
	


	

		

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I swore never to give my words away like blossoms in the spring.


Yet, I marvel at all the words I’d gather,


arrange for you in artful, elegant bouquets.


I’ve keloid locks where my words are stored.


I possess not the oils to soften those locks,


Trapping my words deep in their vault,


My words may never know freedom.


 


Yet, I find myself streaming petals of words for you


In hazy, lazy patterns,


Knowing you have the wisdom, the soul


To read my words much like braille—


A code of sorts–


So you can hear and know,


Though unspoken,


All my words bestow.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 
	


	
	






	
	

		
Flight
	


	

		

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Against a sky of perfect blue


Containing strains of purest white,


My heart and soul,


A kite woven,


Takes flight.


Finally, after all the years,


Unafraid of the heights


Attained on these winds.


 


My hope no longer dwells within


A fortress built


Of scars or fears


That others would have me hear.


 


 
	


	
	






	
	

		
Buried
	


	

		

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https://amanpan.com/2021/07/08/eugis-weekly-prompt-network-july-8-2021/









 


Can’t really say how it happened.


But it did.  All those years ago.


Some may say it’s a pity or a sin.


All I say is I survived.


 


It was the lava, really.


That’s at fault.  Yeah, maybe


me, since I did let it in.


Into my network of arteries and veins,


letting it flow until it coated


everything inside.


It cooled.


I turned to stone.


I walked in skin and could yet bleed.


But, sure enough, inside—


I was stone.


I felt nothing.


And that felt good—


To be cold as stone.


No longer part of the network of humanity


Though I walked in it—


How perfect it felt


to feel inhuman,


to feel nothing at all–


At least, for a little while.


 


 
	


	
	






	
	

		
When
	


	

		

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Today’s prompt— Write a poem using evanescence, trill, and longevity.









When


           dreams held up the sky


           the edge of sea could cleanse a soul


           magic chimed in the songs of birds


           the universe trilled with vibrancy contained in starlight


           the evanescence of our lives unquestioned


 


then hope, golden and shining, possessed eternal longevity.
	


	
	






	
	

		
Upon the Morning Air
	


	

		

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A scent upon the air this morning still


 


At least in these wild imaginings—


 


With the colors of sunrise muted


By the humid haze hanging in the air,


My eyes close to better see the glow


Of white skin by moonlight,


To better catch the scent


Of her in the slight breeze–


 


And then—I do not know—


 


It seems I feel the touch of angel feathers upon my face.





	


	
	






	
	

		
Tethered
	


	

		

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Lightning cracked the sky today


Very nearly tethering Desire and Want,


Who entwined, rolling from edge


To edge of the horizon—


 


And I walked,


Thinking I’d make it home


Before pelting rain could chill


My heated sweating skin.


 


But I did not.


Clothes soaking,


Wet through—


I made it home,


Trailing water drops


Down the hall.


 


Finally, dry and warmed,


Dressed in fresh clothes,


I looked outside


To find a pink sky,


With clouds tethered


To the earth like me.