Murmeration

This is unbelievable!!! I think it would have freaked me… but *WOW* !!

Day 29 – Wishes

Change your name and one another thing about yourself. Begin a poem “(your fictional name) wished”…whatever this new person would wish for.

– a prompt from Miz Quickly

 

Red wished she was standing

on a balcony in Venice

looking down on the dark canal

gentle slaps of tame seawater

saltiness scenting the night

snow falling straight down from the sky

it’s a night when prayers are answered

but if there is only this

it is magic enough

 

Day 28 – Tabby

 

Twenty one

years ago I cried

because I knew that

I only had a short time left

before we became separate beings

and I would meet you

face to face

for the first time

Day 27 – If

If I was a poem

my first verse would be

the words and smells around me

in a café on a cold winter day

watching snowflakes

melt on the steamy window

 

If I were a picture

I would be a black and white polaroid

blown up to giant size

on the wall of a white

painted loft, in New York

on Christmas Eve

 

If I were a movie I would

be written by Charles Bukowski

directed by Tim Burton

with Michael Douglas

playing the out of work writer

in pyjamas.

 

If I were a song

I would be Bring Him Home

from Les Miserables

sung by Colm Wilkinson

 

Today I am a train journey

passing through

all of these things

and sometimes

one of them

 

is who I am

 

Nirvana by Charles Bukowski

Nirvana by Charles Bukowski

Tom Waits Reads Bukowski

Charles Bukowski – Nirvana Read By Tom Waits

Man with Beautiful Eyes

The Man with Beautiful Eyes

– Charles Bukowski

Day 26 – Moonflower

(inspired by Tennyson’s Lady of Shallot)

 

She stands by the river

watches shadows appear

from the past

as it flows by

carrying ghostly barges

through the purple night

 

Silently she nods a blessing

for who would hear her

whisper her magic

except the moon

 

When the curse comes

born on the ray of sun

raining down on her like death

she falls from her stage

into the fairground mirror of water

 

The show is over

her song quiet as the morning light

nothing left

but her cast off cloak

its stars dimming as it drifts downstream

 

An origami flower

that came to life

to bear witness

in the dark

Day 25 – Robert Lee Brewer Prompt

Everyone breathes

except

dead people

Day 24 – Quatern (with a twist…)

 

I saw it in the Tarot cards

a woman on the boat

lying on her bunk below

where all her daydreams float

 

remember how you lost your hat

it swirled into my crystal ball

Losing it was no accident

It was never who you are

 

A café by the roadside

full of gratitude and peace

I dreamed it on a summer night

In my imperfect life

 

and now you want to claim me back

I don’t need to play a part

You cannot hurt me anymore

I scratched you off my heart