Prompt 144: Meld

Thanks to Patti of Creative Cottage Dreamer for this week's prompt, meld, and her own wonderful contributions, below.


If I were a book....
My cover
would be eye catching-
decorated
with colorful words,
fabric and lace
and vintage images...

My binding
would be
tough,
but well- worn
and well- read
lasting the test of time...
(starting to fray maybe just a little)


My pages~
like the years-
melded together -
woven
with special memories
and experiences...
snapshots
of the people
and places and times
that make my life my own
filled with
the poetry of my life.

There would be pockets
and little niches
that would house
the special tokens
of my life
important icons
important to only me.

Hopefully this book
would be handed down
from generation to generation
and read often

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Prompt 143: Apprentice

Thanks to Irene of Lost in Translation for this week's prompt, apprentice. Here is her poem:

Oh my toe!

Stubbed by a shard, a recurring
punishment, a breaking sound
surprising eardrums as something
fell when you swivel, you clown!

Yours is a story of blundering,
a prophesy of Murphy’s Law,
a repetition of past mistakes
nailing you to imperfection.

It’s not so much that you’re spastic,
though that too, but life is,
you found out the hard way,
as treacherous as a monkey bar.

Always the eager apprentice,
you swagger past a swing door,
like a cowboy, managing to dodge
scrapes like a stray gun shot.

You swivelled at the bar counter,
ordered a frothy beer, you heard
your name called, you turned around
expectantly, and that’s when

your avalanche of hands sent
the glass skeetering to the hard floor
and due to lack of proper footwear,
you stubbed your toe on a shard.

Which only goes to show,
you need primping, cowboy boots
or whatever, and you need to claim
grandly, you missed a gun shot

which, when you think about it,
is no small victory, for all the crap
you take, while you go about
your skillful apprenticeship.

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Prompt 142: Echoes

Moe Lauher of --Hmm, I don't know what to tell ya! brings us this week's prompt, echoes. Here is his poem:

Echoes - return from across the field above the ravine - hello, hello, hello.

Reflections - a mirror, facing a mirror facing a mirror – echoes.

My Shadow - dark and long, connected to me, following me, but not me – an echo?

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Prompt 141: Pause

This week's prompt is pause, thanks to Pam Olsen of Amputated Moon. Thanks for this, Pam. And thanks for this poem:


Saturday Night Jazz

in a corner of a dim-lit room
the poet sits--- pen to paper
squinting to see the words
while the sax wails and sings


the words swirl around
high on the caffeine rush
of dark espresso
and jazz


the player sounds a low note
then comes the pause
the moment after and before
the note fades into the air


fingers stop their reaching
for yet another pitch
her hand stops its writing
for yet another line


the neon clock on the wall waits
one second gone
another not yet arriving
the hands freeze


in the stretch and pull of time
the poet and the player
wait . . .
pause—


then a whispered moan
rises from the sax
and the poet bows her head
and writes

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