Amusing

Searching for a muse today

amongst the clutter of everyday living

accumulation of unneeded things

projects begun and never ended

heaps of writings piled neatly

It was there I felt it take a hand

beckoning for me to rise again

in words already vanishing

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille and take a look for the muse

Amusing

Blessing

I bless those who enter the fray

a mother praying nightly for safe return

now fights against sex traffic of child

in a country with a written law

helping law keepers to better know it

protect those who cannot protect own self

want to end slavery in our lifetime

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dVerse prompt to write a Kwansaba (seven lines, seven words per line, no word over seven letters)

Blessing

Momento

When I got too haughty, my mother would say, “Who do you think you are? A Floradora girl?” I hardly knew the meaning of a Floradora girl but it was the tone of which she spoke it that made me pause my behavior. I knew she had a doll named Floradora. I didn’t know Floradora girls were also beautiful women who danced in a chorus line in the musical of the same name. Perhaps her mother had said the same to her when she displayed an air of arrogance.

Momento

On the Death of Robert Bly

I wanted him to live to be one hundred even though his readings had stopped years ago. Who am I to judge how long a man should live? Or how his living, his writing, his teaching helped my life. I was just a woman in his workshop at Centrum learning as much as I could.

He would take his class on writing walks. One day on a beach hike, we stood together and watched a fish die in the sand. Another day, we sat with an old stump that had once held up something magnificent. We translated Francis Ponge, “the poet of things”, and looked deeply into an orange.

seasons come and go

left alone to find my way

sad hearing the rain

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dVerse prompt to write a haibun on something or someone to be thankful for

On the Death of Robert Bly