My Posts for Bookstains’ Poetry Challenges:
Bookstains is the sister site of Lynda M. Roberts‘ other blog ‘Echostains’. I find the prompts for these challenges interesting, fun, and always a learning experience. I enjoy participating whenever I have the opportunity.
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January 18, 2011
*Abstract sculpture by Barbara Hepworth
Fetal positioned squinting eyes
Beginning life shock—that burning light
Swaddled in newspaper sterility
Spinning backward, sleet rain, movie reels flipping
Maddening sway, she shifts her hips
Fool me blush and licking lips
In totem stockings run from pain
This living through
Your bit insane
Metallic tasting molars
Tin foiled, tempered stealing
Collide in scope stains as
Color wheels spinning
Through imagined laughter of Goethe
Inspiration from Whitman
Lucky to be alive
Once again
Crawling clumsily through nothingness
Past streaming years, recalling anger, swallowed tears
Among the branded tracks & spineless backs
Wrenched in clutching sadness, shading leaves
Serpentine madness, mineral evergreen
Quivering half-bent upon bathroom floor
Eying grime, filth clings to belly
When the walls cave your heart
Unmoved, mind stirring
Forgetting all that past as learning
This lowly love
When song born again
Apple stands, seedless core
Black almond shaped smoker’s trache
Peeling back the serpent coil
Piano wire fangs puncture
Harp string strung out desire
Reddened to appeal, bon appétit
Search to feel when incomplete
These corrosives kill
Through core of earth
Our sphere surreal
Until dusk from birth
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November 22, 2010
Lynda has issued a new poetry challenge prompt via Bookstains!
Click on the image to learn more about the challenge…
What the Dickens?
You’ve made me dream of London
Industrial age, revolution
Insider’s eye to factory life
Catherine and 10 children
Iconic characters, Twist and Scrooge
Pickwick, Drood, a tale of two
Bleak house, Hard Times, Our Mutual Friend
Great Expectations the masters reread
Mary died held in your arms
Blaming self for sisters’ charms
Breaking hearts, too much your own
No price is worth a bitter throne
To students of novels you wrote our book
Your body of work, which screen and stage took
Each night before Christmas your genius I see
Tiny Tim’s blessing broadcast on TV
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November 2, 2010
The Weeping Woman by Pablo Picasso
Why I Weep …
How dare you!
Look at me this way
Is that what you see
When caressing my face?
Ruins of life
Can’t recognize me
Chewing on glass like a petrified machine
Crying out razor blade tears with ice peaks
Sacrificing love
Art suffering
Overwhelmed by thoughts of stroke
Between us there’s a missing piece…
When I held you many nights
Soothing each tormenting cry
My tears you paint as worldly truth
Unable to ease your troubled mind
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October 5, 2010
Her eyes couldn’t help but glow
Knowing what he didn’t know
There is someone missing
From cradling arms
Lisa’s lips hath subtle charm
Under cover of dark dress
For life she holds a child blessed
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September 4, 2010
Vincent Could Have Told You
Light stricken, anxious eyes
Painting beautiful expressions sublime
Puddling tears that Starry Night
Too late, my work now recognized
Could not foresee what happened to me
Now millions on sales tags
Downloads to computer screens
Broadcasts of honors in stellar HD
Even documentaries all about me
Scandals, art thieves,
Dedicated museum wings
Sunflower posters
Mass produced grief…
Yet curation now kind
Since I razed my prime
They think priceless being
A tortured mind
Only my faces and work survive
Absinthesizing swirls refined
Depression claimed another life
Still art without end
Beyond my time
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