Words and flame

​we laid the altars
gathered in circle cast words
calling down the moon

elements each their
own direction power rides
every word and flame

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2012 Poleshift

earth – its third motion
aperiodic third move
over balanced spills us all
the wyse prepared us
against barbaristic lapse
prophet’s twenty twelve

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Gentle bonds

I would like to leave
walk or drive but I cannot
because she cannot
I would run away
but I must stay gentle bonds
like bands of steel bar
my way unbroken
porcelain doll midst it all
at long last she sleeps

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When do you let go

outside my aerie

the tree holds tight its withered

leaves loathe to face frost’s

bitter bite unclothed

unbecoming rags belie

her grace hold no warmth

deny the natural

order of nurture for spring

usurped by a shroud

 

Breaking bread

breaking bread sharing
table conversation drink
all arms laid aside
a moment of truce
contemplating a lifetime’s
possibilities

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Simple magic

magic quantum threads
woven by hand mind and soul
believe and you are

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write away the day

how does one write away a day? 

wine running warm in my veins

wandering from room to room

touching the embroidered duvet

on the futon that is my bed

glance and smile at the flickering candle

on the small altar in the corner of my room

the cat who sits on the stool beside me

knows life times nine and shows

no outward quaver

life surfs on

Vicarious life

we drank and drank sought

oblivion but none came

nor euphoria nor

altered plane

just

a steady numbing yet i

heard it all and saw

it all missed not

a single

thing

he was indeed a poet of

no mean proportion

a short-lived van

gogh of

words

bent to self-destruction on

his path to knowing

no mouth just lips

a line drawn

thin

lids distort the sound of eye

crepe covers brittle bones

dry laughter dying

hardly heard at

all

times i wonder why we bother

what is the draw spoken raw

pleasure pain parallel of

love and hate vicarious

life

do we want too much to feel or

taste anything that we take up

everything so greedily we

chase the siren’s

call

Write a Novel in 30 days?

Fifty thousand words

written in thirty days time

pen at the ready.

The National Novel Writing Month site went live earlier today.  I’m registered, of course.  

Call us masochists, writers have that streak, but every year at 12:01 a.m. November first we log on by the thousands and commit to write our ‘great American novel’ or at least 50,000 words towards that end.

It’s an amazing challenge, and very many of us get through and beyond 50,000 words.  Some continue to edit after November 30, and a rare few persist and actually find their way to a published book.  

Those few inspire the rest of us, to come back each year with fresh ideas and go at it all over again.  Hope springs eternal.

50,000 words in 30 days; that’s  1667 words a day.  It’s doable folks. I intend to use 30 days of my countdown for my nanowrimo novel. 


NanoWriMo.org

Excerpt of my 2011 Novel

 

Fall’s yellow rain

I noticed the leaves

this morning as I journaled

every breeze blew their

golden yellow rain

past the sill of my aerie

glad rags to mourning

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