Blurred (Haiku)

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fear-patterned fabric;
the ghost of me – portrayed in
small, roughened stitches.

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Ghostdancers

Miyelo6b
– Miyelo 6, Viggo Mortensen

Tokša wanweglakin kte
Tokša wanweglakin kte
Nihun k’un he heye lo
Nihun k’un he heye lo

Later I shall see my own
Later I shall see my own
Your mother said it so
Your mother said it so

(Oglala Lakota Chant)

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heartfire roots
grow beneath a crust of modern life
and struggle
not to be forgotten

what we don’t see
isn’t there
isn’t     there
i    s            n    o       t              t       h        e             r                  e
& we firmly grip the leash
on our minds’ journeys.

what we don’t see
isn’t there.
Isn’t there.

a blink,

is it there?

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Claudia over at dVerse invites us to write about Fata Morganas and summer heat illusions for Poetics today. Grab a pen and join us at the bar!
photo credits: Viggo Mortensen

Twisted Meat Medley

fateful hour
broken hands on broken clock;
skeleton crawls, languidly
back into mother’s womb –
the butcher draws near
on rubber-booted feet,
and when he raises his brow
in unison with his knife,
it is time
for remorseful chickens
to dance
the last dance.

What If…

what if
i forget?

my mind’s stronghold
no longer my own;
trapped
in time’s desert
where the last viscid thought clings
to dry river’s bed

what if
i forget?

the touch of loved ones;
no longer gentle to me
but omnious and fearsome,
strangers –
invading my life,
my privacy

what if
i forget?

my name
my thoughts
my words
and i stumble;
the face of dawn
no longer uplifting friend –
for i know
i will have to endure
another alien day
in an alien world

will i still
be a person
if i no longer exist
in my own mind?
.
.
.
what if…
i forget?

… Stuart over at dVerse has us writing about phobia/fear… come over and join a bunch of scared people at the bar! I definitely need a beer now…
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photo credits: dropletsodillies.blogspot.com

Writing in Wild Waters

fear
of drowing
in an angry sea

a word!
one word
a beacon –
hold it tight

another
and another
slowly knot
a string of words

more…
gather strings
to make
a rope
longer

longer still

until
the rope of words
becomes
an escape route ~
leading
back to sanity…

back
to safer shores.

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photo credits: wetcanvas.com

If we only remembered!

if this sentence was imprinted on the inside of our eyelids in neon letters, maybe we’d finally be able to calm ourselves in times of fear.
i wish it could be done, there is nothing worse than being so scared that you’re not able to think straight. i wish i could remember… whenever i enter that place.

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