Twisted Cross

Migration of Another Kind

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Fear and greed migrate
Cuts a burn path ‘cross land
point blame at blameless

Burning hate migrates
No history lesson learned
decade to decade

Did all Gods migrate?
leaving us to destruction
in abandonment?

The Scribe

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A scribe dips a sharpened quill
into the red ink well,
addressing the naked need 
for barbed wire
fences of words
to create barricades
in red.

Next, weaving starts.
Words to cushion,
Kevlar words,
preventing of any element
from penetrating
and thus, creating
need
want 
desire--
For such things burn,,,
dangerous when they
trespass the Kevlar
 of red ink the Scribe
fashions with her sharp quill—
Words of arm’s length,
only so far, no farther,
Step back
Back away
Turn away 
Words of red
to always protect--
Woven into blankets, vests,
a house, never to be a home.

Golden Promises

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golden promises 
shimmer in summer’s sunlight
somehow cozy now

think eternity 
somehow cozy, snuggled in
velvet lined starlight

as

earth turns toward fall
no comfort of faith 
within Fatima’s secrets



Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Somehow-cozy – Moonwashed Musings (amanpan.blog)

Twilight Days

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days spinning faster

now toward twilight it seems

hours before dawn

 

years ago hours

lived, died, born again screaming

before twilight’s edge

 

watch the dawn hours

spin, dizzy and drunk with years,

into twilight’s grave

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Return

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Weekend Writing Prompt #267: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 31 words using the word “Return”.
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I envy the monarch’s, the hummingbird’s arc of return,
infinite, eternal.
My jealousy consumes as I have
no return, no cycle—
Only the damnation of this linear thing,
finite, directionless.

Handmaid’s Tale on the Horizon

Brevity of years
Right, paid in blood + death, destroyed
Fiction drips history

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Brevity in 12 words

Endlessness

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Todays prompt: Begin a poem with “endless”

Endless winds rustling

Through leaves baked a thin crisp green
By summer’s noon sun.

Endless wilting flowers
Reaping words of empty dust
Sands away meaning.

Endless hope sprouts blooms
In the dry cracked refuge of earth
A survival scented thing.

A Cave We Build

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Close the blinds 
against the grey light.
Prepare a cave for the soul 
in cold January
as the wind rages.
Contemplation, prayer
like John of Patmos?
This cave
readied, awaits
the apocalypse
devils wish.

Questions

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Originally written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Challenge- Using Question in exactly 84 words but I didn’t get back to edit it down until today.

Questions hang in the air
Like heavy coastal fog
On cool autumn mornings

Eternal questions of humanity:
All the whys, the wonderings--
Never answered prayers--
Laying pressed between the
Pages of a book like brown,
Dried flowers—forgotten,
Having lost their sentiment.

Speak the differences
Among roses, weeds, wildflowers—
Inconsequential answers
For inconsequential questions.

Could sense of counting
Out the hours be sliced 
Like blood, blooming meat
To find truth absolute
Like high priestesses of old,
Scry the answer 
In a blood filled bowl?