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Apples & Honey

Rosh hashanah

Apples and honey are on the table
Because it’s Rosh Hashanah;
Cakes and treats abound.
Do you know why?
Easy! It’s to symbolize a sweet year,
From our house to yours.
Go down to the shore and
Hold some bread to toss on the waves—
It’s tradition (casting away sins).
Just like fasting on Yom
Kippur, which is ten days
Later. This is the special time that
Marks the start of the Jewish
New Year, and we all hope
Our names are inscribed in the Book—
Perhaps atonement will help.
Quirky thing in Judaism:
Remember to apologize and forgive directly.
Shofar sounds to inspire us—
Temple-goer or no,
Unless you’re oblivious, you’ll
Vibe to the candlelight, maybe even
Wear white. It’s hard not to get
X-cited about the High Holidays.
You all have a sweet one, whether in
Zion or Anchorage!

~*~

Poetry form: abecedarian.

Image from Clipart-Library.

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Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope colorful patterns

You enter the room and everything sparkles. Dust on the table dances in anticipation of your kiss. The air warms. Your brown eyes glitter with desire. My pulse throbs with need. The sun throws a rainbow through the window in celebration. When you touch me, my skin turns into bright butterflies, orange and blue and yellow and green. They flutter in delirious joy at the movement of your mouth upon my neck. Lips, tongue, teeth. You bite my flesh and my body shakes like a kaleidoscope, reforming into a new shape of glitter lust.

Every time: the same and different.

~*~

This prose poem is from my book Going Dark. I’m posting it with permission from myself for ChelleBee53’s prompt today.

Image from Pixabay.

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Prom Dress

prom dress window

No one would buy the house. No matter how well he cleaned or how many white sage candles he burned, it was always the same. They’d walk into the girl’s room and that ghostly, ghastly aqua prom dress floated at the window, with rose petals scattered on the floor, and blood spattered on the walls.

Finally, he gave up and moved into the house himself. Months passed with nothing, but one warm April night she showed up in his bedroom, music wafting behind her and a knife in her hand.

“Dance with me, Daddy?”

It wasn’t really a question.

~*~

Image and prompt from the Carrot Ranch (99 words).

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PCF2: Morning Chill

park pond green algae bird trees

I shiver at the water’s edge,
Braced against the morning chill;
Squirrels chitter to their friends;
The lake is green and still.
An egret poses like a queen,
Haloed in the pale light;
She may not have all she needs,
But what is here will suffice.

~*~

Welcome to my Friday afternoon paint chip prompt. There are other paint chip prompts out there, but they’re very precise in what they ask for. Mine is open ~ write a poem, a story, a memory, whatever you like. Take your inspiration this week from Valspar’s “water’s edge” and/or “morning chill.” Tag your post Paint Chip Friday, or PCF, if you wish. Prompt will continue until December 31.

Image is mine. Poetry form is a double quatrain.

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Fish at Night

jellyfish jellies aquarium


School days
School of fish
Fish and chips
Fish in the sea
Sea of love
Sea of blue
Blue eyes
Blue skies
Skies overhead
Skies full of clouds
Clouds like cotton
Clouds in my coffee
Coffee black
Coffee with cream
Cream and sugar
Cream rising to the top
Top of the world
Top of the morning
Morning sex
Morning prayers
Prayers for your health
Prayers doing nothing
Nothing from something
Nothing matters
Matters of the heart
Matter and energy
Energy waves
Energy and light
Light workers
Light and dark
Dark times
Dark of the soul
Soul train
Soul kiss
Kiss on the lips
Kiss of death
Death and taxes
Death waits for no man
Man of the hour
Man of the house
House and home
House the poor
Poor substitute
Poor man’s lady
Lady in waiting
Lady of the night
Night full of stars
Night life
Life
Stars

~*~

Poetry form: blitz. The blitz poetry form was created by Robert Keim. Rules are here.

Image is mine.

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Aphelion

Universe space

I orbit, as if
You were a star,
A sun; I’m too light
To eclipse you,
Too heavy to break
Free of your waves.

The dark grows colder
And my will dissipates;
I have reached the farthest
Point on my journey:
Aphelion.
The abyss calls my name.

Gravity wanes,
I have but a moment
To recalibrate.
Familiarity beckons,
But how vast
Is this space and

So full of grace.

~*~

Image source unknown.

Poetry form: free verse.

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Triangle

heartbreak

You liked me way back when
My hair was long and lush,
So different from your wife’s,
Who had a Karen cut.
She spent way too much money
And guzzled too much wine–
Worse than that, you whispered,
She waters it with ice.

I looked her up on Facebook;
She’d joined a hiking club.
I could join and friend her–
Wouldn’t that be fun?
I think about you now
When I clean my bathroom floor,
Like I did before your shower
Behind the hotel door.

I was almost Mistress Perfect,
But you dumped me anyway.
I’m old and I have cats:
A ridiculous cliché.
But you’re alone now too.
Your wife has a brand new place.
Triangle lines are blurred and gone–
Just three points adrift in space.

~*~

Image from Pexels.

Poetry form: rhyming quatrains.

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Waterfall Wishes [fss]

Waterfall at Golden Gate Park San Francisco

“I don’t think you sufficiently appreciate the beauty of nature,” Katrina said to her fiancé as they strolled through Golden Gate Park. “It’s our last day here and you aren’t even paying attention.”

Drake glanced up from his phone screen. “I totally am, honey. But I can’t ignore a message from my boss.”

Katrina shook her head. “That’s just paranoia, baby. He knows you’re on vacation and he doesn’t expect an immediate reply. That’s why I left my phone back at the B and B. Look at this gorgeous waterfall!”

The couple stood on the little wooden bridge surrounded by trees and watched the sparkling water cascade down the rocks into a shimmering green pool. “I’m going to make a wish!” Katrina announced.

“Go for it.” Drake smiled and handed her a penny.

Katrina flung the penny down into the pool. “I wish you would turn your phone off for the rest of the day!”

“Done.” Drake switched off his phone, watched the screen go black, and stuck it in his back pocket. They walked hand in hand through the park, admiring the foliage and enjoying the sunshine.

After an hour or so, Katrina said, “I have a craving for sushi. Are there any good places around here?”

“I don’t know.” Drake shrugged. “I guess we could just drive around until we find something.”

“That’s silly,” Katrina said. “Let’s check Yelp for a good sushi place.”

Drake laughed. “We can’t check Yelp because my phone is off. Guess we’ll just have to take our chances on a random restaurant we know nothing about.”

A few hours later, at the ER, Katrina asked Drake to please turn on his phone so she could tell her boss she would be taking an extra day of vacation to recover from food poisoning.

~*~

Image from San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park is mine.
Written for both Fandango’s Story Starter and GoDogGo Cafés Tuesday Challenge.

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Feelings Like Trains [repost]

train track deserted empty

Feelings are like trains—
I heard someone say.
They aren’t you;
They’re just passing through.
Or maybe I’m the train,
Traversing a landscape
Of heartbreak and pain,
Soon to give way
To green fields some day.
The thing to remember
Is that emotions
Aren’t permanent–
They don’t define us.
We leave them behind
Like an empty track
And unwatered grass.
We will move on.
Someday, we’ll be gone.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.
Image from Pixabay.

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PCF1: Ocean Whispers

Cloudy beach ocean sea birds waves

The ocean whispers songs to me:
Secrets soft as swirling foam
Swept away on the summer breeze.

My tears fall in the salty sea;
Weeds wash around the stones;
The ocean whispers songs to me.

Memories obfuscate my dreams;
I’ve traveled much too far from home,
Swept away on the summer breeze.

How can I know what to believe?
With trust in tatters, love has flown.
The ocean whispers songs to me,

Soothing my astringent grief.
I sway to the rhythmic monotone,
Swept away on the summer breeze.

Music sets my spirit free–
Nature’s calling back her own.
The ocean whispers songs to me,
Swept away on the summer breeze.

~*~

Welcome to my Friday afternoon paint chip prompt. There are other paint chip prompts out there, but they’re very precise in what they ask for. Mine is open ~ write a poem, a story, a memory, whatever you like. Take your inspiration this week from Valspar’s “ocean whisper” and/or “summer breeze.” Tag your post Paint Chip Friday, or PCF, if you wish. Prompt will continue until December 31.

Image is mine. Poetry form is villanelle.

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