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

In Seattle

When the viaduct was removed in Seattle

homeless camps lost protection

from rains that always come

wet gear sends cold to the bone

try to stay dry and warm

tent after tent along the freeway

garbage thrown here and there

or burned in a campfire

this will be my last winter here you say

waiting for spring you say

always waiting for spring

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dVerse prompt “less is more” and my choice of the word homeless.  Homelessness in Seattle is growing with more tents along the I-5 going past downtown.  I was amazed at the extent of it this past summer (more than I had ever seen).

In Seattle

Selling Their Brother

Where did the money go that the sons of Jacob held in the hand after selling their brother into slavery?  Surely Joseph was a fine specimen that would command a high price, or did they sell the brother cheap?  It would have been hard to hide the money from their father.  Perhaps the father knew what they had done, could tell the difference between sheep and his son’s blood, and did not look further for fragments of a body.  Waited patiently for a journey to Egypt for the reconciliation of his family.

Selling Their Brother

I want to write like Dali

I want to write like Dali painted

disjointed

everything capable

of fluidity whether a horse

or time

or an elephant and rhino on stilts

elongate the llllllls

create more holes in the OOOOOOs

put a whole world inside just one

put a landscape on the table

a seascape in knees

find paragraphs

that grow trees

 

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dVerse prompt on surrealism

 

 

 

I want to write like Dali

It is late…..

It is late and I am going to bed.  There is a scratching sound then it stops.  Could it be a bug or a mouse trying to get out of this basket?  I shake the basket.  No sound.  The sound comes again.  I look around and there it is.  A gecko is half in and half out of my writing book. It has clawed its way out of the pages of paper.  Bright green with little eyes, tail and hind legs still in the book.  I carry the book outside and free it like a poem into the night air.

It is late…..

Kudzu

a little satire comparing kudzu to racism

 

It’s called the front porch vine

grows over everything

makes for comfort with its shade

 

easy to propagate when you get tools

roots are huge and spreading

deep rotted

 

hard to pull out

just when you think you’re rid of it

here it is again

 

it can bring folks together

like a festival

a klan or a government

 

some use it for their own advantage

cultivate it

profit from its invasiveness

 

stir it in a drink

feels warm and good

when drinking kudzu tea

 

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dVerse prompt on an invasive plant— this was a prose poem which I reformatted into short Plath lines

Kudzu