Linguistic Alchemy

Each attempt
to write
is an effort
to understand
the multiplicity that resides
inside the mind

where images, phrases,
snatches of conversation
leap-frog
one over the other,
tumbling around
within a mental vortex

that can be likened,
sometimes,
to a summer squall,
and sometimes
to a tornadic storm.

Parsing the vestiges,
seeking translations
from vision to word
and back once more,
interpretations
of truth,

of each moment,
drawn from kissing frogs
or a murder of crows,
ink-blots and fingernail moons.

Alliterations of life
contained inside the jumble,
reaching out
to touch the world –
as words scratched
upon a page.

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Quote for Today

"Listen.  There's a beat within you, and it is more than your heart.  It's the sound of your personal rhythm, the words you shout in your bones, the leaps you dance in your dreams, the grief you hide behind your smiles.  Embrace that beat and start creating to it.  Let it become a beautiful symphony.  Rise up and CREATE."

~ Journal Revolutions - Linda Woods and Karen Dinino

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Quotes for Today

"The deepest secret is that life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation. YOU are not discovering yourself, but creating yourself anew.   Seek, therefore, not to find out Who You Are, seek to determine Who You Want To Be."
~ Neale Donald Walsh

"Life is an illusion only a POET can shatter it. Poets are the creators of silence, holders of FAITH, and dreamers of REALITY." ~ Author Unknown

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The Party Line

Waiting for the light to change
from red to green, my eye was caught
by a covey of pigeons perching
on the telephone line overhead.

Thirty-five birds snuggled together
in a line watching all of us trapped
in our vehicles by the vagaries of traffic.

What murmured secrets do they share?
Or perhaps, they’re just
preparing to take aim?

Suddenly, I remember childhood telephone
calls when neighbor-women chattered
endlessly on party lines telling tales,
skewering those not present.

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End Notes

Our favorite world
is almost over –
clock counting down
until it’s gone.

Once,
we had rainy Sundays,
croissants and café au lait
savored over the New York Times,
snuggling together,
spooning so close moonlight
couldn’t slip between our skin.

Now,
we have knife-edged confrontations,
disconsolate tears,
locked doors delineating
the abyss between us,
your attorney meeting mine
during tee time at the club.

Soon,
the judgment shall be decreed,
every line read, finalized,
our signatures placed just so.

And then,
our world will be undone,
no more passage together,
just uncharted roads
we each must travel
alone.

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Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

pearly winter blanket punctuated /
by cardinal’s vivid blaze /
black eyes snapping as he munches /
breakfast at my feeder #poetwe


blanketing fog encompasses surroundings /
night shadows blocking vision /
forcing back the day /
walking in a dreamscape #poetwe


blazing light rips wide the sky /
wind gossips with the trees /
dark night grumbles overhead /
heralding the arriving winter storm #poetwe

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Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

1.
pre-dawn, gleaming fingernail moon hovers /
above the rainbow ribbons of twilight arch /
as indigo dreams fade in light of day #poetwe

2.
iridescent fog slithers across landscape /
tendrils capturing awakening sun /
shrouding morning within twilight #poetwe

3.
hurry, hurry, worry, wait /
deadline approaching, computer dying /
Tuesday becomes Monday #poetwe

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