Mark of the Tattoo

My son the tattoo artist

two delicate piercings on his face

no tattoos

soft brown hair

falls on his shoulder

where a geisha is painted

In such fine detail

the most detail he tells me

of all of his tattoos

this one in colors still brilliant

No branding here

no scarification

just pen and ink

a portrait now a poem

etched on skin

by tattoo artist

my next of kin

The newest one is on his palm

still healing

it is of aum

he talks of pain

of blood letting too

a religious experience for him

and now for you

he tells me of puja

of Ganesh

I see

stigmata

mark of tattoo

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Mark of the Tattoo

Tent Camping

 

spike the tent down hard

winds from Winter Storm Ulmer

across the land

Big Bend in Texas

could see 90 miles per hour gust

blizzards in the Dakotas

travel advisory

settle in

looks like very few places to go

airlines cancel

we’re all grounded

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dVerse prompt quadrille using the word spike

Tent Camping

Solar Storm Pantoum 

inspired by the Carrington Event

 

Woke in the night the air so still I lost my belief

where are the big winds suppose to rile these sands

of southwest Arizona blowing out our visibility

insomnia kept me listening craving the predictable

after hours of tossing and some reading

shattering conviction that the storm had come

 

 

Where are the big winds suppose to rile these sands

hold up in a villa in Deming i wait it out

insomnia kept me listening craving the predictable

pine wood boards cover the ceiling each knot like a sunspot

shattering conviction that the storm had come

swirling gases of hydrogen and helium ready to flare

 

 

pine wood boards cover the ceiling each knot like a sun spot

even they become predictable from prominences and filaments

swirling gases of hydrogen and helium ready to flare

from millions of miles away an aurora borealis is born

even they become predictable from prominences and filaments

we marvel at the beauty of it all

 

 

from millions of miles away an aurora borealis is born

sleepless night laid reading about the Carrington Event

we marvel at the beauty of it all

beautiful auroras that spanned into the Caribbean

sleepless night laid reading about the Carrington Event

when the sun touched the earth the newspapers said

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dVerse prompt to write a pantoum of which I took some poetic license

Solar Storm Pantoum 

Weather Madness

In March we make our move out of the state of Texas. Head southwest towards the border, a northerly keeps us cold and provides a tail wind. I want to see the border for myself. I want to eat tamales and count butterflies along the Rio Grande.

Tomorrow we will go on towards Davis Mountain and see the stars. If the temperatures rise, we will swim in a spring fed pool but it is March. The weather is unpredictable and we go day by day hoping for some sunshine.

freeze in South Texas

tornadoes in Alabam

flee to promised sun

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dVerse prompt on March Madness

Weather Madness

Rubaiyat of the War Elephant

Ancient Persians conquered from the east

rode or walked along with men and beast

so fell in their path the city states of Greece

let Athens stand against her til it ceast

 

Mighty did the war elephant march to battle

tusk swords swayed with archers from the saddle

crushing power the soldiers under foot

destructive size made defensive shields to rattle

 

To help advance attack on enemy line

mahout would ply the trusting creature with wine

prod the gentle giant into rage

he held a hook to drive into its spine

 

After all the enemy was killed

the elephant knew not what side blood spilled

some would go on raging in the war

until their death in victory fulfilled

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dVerse prompt to write a rubaiyat

Rubaiyat of the War Elephant