Pet Roar

There is no roar

like the roar of a roar

if you could trap it

confine it

release it at will

let it out

when you need to

then call it back

your roar

is a good pet

and what good companions

are for

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dVerse prompt on the word roar

Pet Roar

Beginning

The last time I saw Eduardo was at Hoxie’s funeral. It was a sad affair as he was a young man gone too soon. Eduardo had once cried as he told me his testimony. Not Hoxie’s testimony but his own. Hoxie’s I never heard. Now we were sitting together at a funeral and he doesn’t speak. He had left the church about a year ago.

Hoxie, however, died in the church. Not hypothetically, but literally, died in the church. He was teaching Sunday school and collapsed on the floor. Nobody knew CPR. I was backsliding that day or else I would have been there. I heard later that there was nothing anyone could do, not even prayer— it was an aneurism.

There was a lot of guilt mixed in with sorrow that perhaps had I been there that I could have saved Hoxie’s life. I had never saved anyone except a Red Cross CPR mannequin. Good enough to blow into the fake lungs and press down the chest to keep the nonexistent blood flowing. I thought at the time that had I been there, had I been in line physically and spiritually that Hoxie would have lived!  The church people told me there was nothing anyone could have done.  I was beginning to believe them.

have faith in small things

a snowflake falling on tongue

can quench more than thirst

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dVerse prompt on beginnings — this is the start of a story I am telling.

Beginning

Glow

A setting sun

makes faces glow

it reflects

on the passing day

sparkles sand

makes sea shine

lingers on the surface

of earth

makes it golden or pink

before it disappears

leaves colors

temporarily

dangling on clouds

brilliant

in its display

worthy of audience

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word glow

Photo on the beach Pine Cliffs in the Algarve, Portugal

Glow

The Ear of Dionysius

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The Ear of Dionysius

echoes through history

of plots to kill the tyrant

voices that echoed

against the chamber

deep in its prison walls

hard to stop the madness

echoing beyond throat

of the oppressed

when democracy ended

 

Across centuries and waters

(now leaving Sicily)

the history of Albania unfolds

fifty years of dictatorship

when clergy and poets died

political opponents

enemies of the state

under surveillance wherever they go

executed or imprisoned

hear their echo

 

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dVerse prompt on the word echo.  Legend of the cave of Dionysius being a prison and the voices of the imprisoned were heard plotting because of the remarkable echoing of this cave.  In October, I stood in the darkness of this cave and practiced my echo voice, then a tour bus group came in and started to sing.  I know there is more to this poem than I have here -how history echoes into the future.

The Ear of Dionysius

Beyond the Arroyo

I have heard a cow grunt before giving birth. Sometime for days, I have heard a cow bellow when their calf is taken away. Many times I have heard the moo when the feed truck comes but never did I imagine that I would hear a cow scream. It happened last summer when fierce rains gathered and swelled the dry gulch with fast, moving water, getting deeper and deeper. I could hear it sounding from over the ridge. “A cow is screaming across the arroyo,” I said to myself.

I drove to the ridge top and there was the tragedy unfolding; the cow bring swept away by the new-formed current, its footing gone and moving downstream on its flank side, no hoofs on the ground. No matter how much effort was observed, it could not right itself. I watched until I couldn’t see it.

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dVerse prompt flash fiction using the quote by James Harrison

Beyond the Arroyo

Two Worlds

I

I am the boundaries that divide

placed by politics

a mockery of continents

ill-placed border crossings

blockades

walls

no-flight zones

international waters

can be changed

by exploration

treaty or war

 

II

One day I split continents

still eruptions and quakes

know no boundaries

with my heights and my depth

salty waters

fresh streams

flowing over me

I create weather and air

take care

of me

 

 

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dVerse prompt to write an apostrophe

Two Worlds

Wild Horses

There are still wild horses

in Nevada and Wyoming

mustangs from Spanish bloodlines

their hoofs strong

never shod

herd following a stallion

who is leader and protector

a spirit 

hard to be broken

easy to break it off

young ones

brought into the pen

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dVerse prompt on spirit.  The wild horses roam on BLM land and the herds are managed by the BLM.  To control the population, every year some are caught and brought to holding areas where they are tamed of their wild spirit and sold at auction.

Wild Horses