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Mag 214

 

photo by Kelsey Hannah

I am the Beloved

Complex and thoughtful

Creative and obsessive

Lover of beauty, lover of God

Compassionate and selfish

Shackled and free

Fragile and strong

Dreamer

Dust

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Laurel. Grateful.

Flying Down...

Magpie Tales

 

Mag #136

 

 

To the men: "Anonymous" and my newest follower, my son,

who both say they bypass all my girlie posts. 

So here's the Magpie Tales photo prompt for Sunday, guys,

and below it is my "manly" poetic interpretation

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle





 

He dreamed of going down

in a flight of winged terror

like a duck riddled with buckshot

spiraling down;

a sail without a ship

sinking into the deep;

a Cessna without a pilot

stalled in a backwash;

falling, falling...

squirming on the chaise

his nap time sweat

 mercifully interrupted

by her.

 

 

Laurel. See...not girlie at all:)

Now fellas, you have to go to Magpie Tales and check out how all my writing friends interpreted the same photo prompt!  Have a great day!!

 

 

 

"Fantasy" football?



 

Dream on, little Cowboy, of a better team and a better America...

 

 

Dave, in Cowboy Stadium.

America's team?

Of this I'm sure

we'll probably lose

another year.

 

With Jerry and Barrack

we're drowning fast

we need new leaders

let's change the cast

 

We can't oust Jones

He owns the team
But we can change
our country's dream

Perhaps a Tebow

on some sacred grass

Will change our future

  and we'll kick ***!
 

 Laurel.  And So it Begins...Cowboy Football and Presidential Elections.



The Babysitter

Magpie Tales

Mag #124

Ophelia by Odilion Redon

Such silence, she thought

 as the large Koi brushed past her shoulder.

 So peaceful, so far away

 from the everyday chaos her life had become.

The bubbles floated

 and broke the surface of the water

disturbing the blueness of the sky above. 

She glance sideways

to see if he was watching.

She watched his lips move.

He clapped gleefully

 as she popped to the surface. 

How long? she gasped.

Only 15 seconds, Grandma.

My turn, my turn!!

I have to get a pool,

 picking the algea from her hair.

See where other of my writer friends go with this art prompt on Magpie Tales,

 a weekly linkup for poets and writers.

Myself, I just write what comes to mind when I see the prompt...oh well, what can I say!!

Laurel. It's good to be bizarre once in a while:)