Warming fire on twilight’s beach adds calm
and informal conversation.
Family gathers closer
as the mauve sky darkens.
Marshmallows on sticks
turn crispy soft.
Day fades fast,
dimly,
dark.
A Nonet
All posts for the month September, 2011
Twilight’s Beach
Posted by Bodhirose on September 30, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/30/twilights-beach/
Pearl
There once was a woman named Pearl
Who loved her hair wavy with curls
But the minute she hit the steamy street,
Her hair fell flat like her feet
Then she pouted and cried like a girl!
Google Images
My entry for The Purple Treehouse Poetic Forms Week Three– Limerick : http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/poetic-forms-wk-3-limerick-sept-21.html
Posted by Bodhirose on September 30, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/30/pearl/
Down, Dark, Deep
Down, dark, deep
below earth’s light,
live creatures unseen
by our innocent eyes.
They’re inhuman,
obscene and incredibly
shrewd to the ways
of cruelty and anguished pain.
Their eyes squint with
an otherworldly gleam,
flashing with a thrill
to hurt and maim.
Lips curled in merciless
glee, they intone mantras
of depravity. From chasms
beneath, they wander alone,
banished from existence forevermore.
In limbo they’re sentenced,
no victims they claim;
the hell that they know
is wholly their own.
Many thanks to the Thursday Poet’s Rally for this honorable award.
To be a Perfect Poet is quite an honor I see;
I appreciate the acknowledgement
And the love bestowed on me.
I nominate Renee Espriu
http://reneejustturtleflight.wordpress.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 29, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/29/down-dark-deep/
Empty
Image via Wikipedia
As I sit in this chair
staring at the screen
I wonder what to write
and start to panic.
Thinking, musing,
nothing comes to mind.
It’s so empty in there
I’ll just pass.
Posted by Bodhirose on September 28, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/28/empty/
Twilight
heron’s silhouette
distant elusive shadow;
twilight casts her veil
Entry for dVerse Poets FormForAll–Haiku and Senryu: http://dversepoets.com/2011/10/06/formforall-haiku-and-senryu/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 28, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/28/twilight/
The Versatile Blogger Award
A new visiter to my blog has nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award. Thank you kindly, The Fallen Elegy! http://fallenelegy.wordpress.com/ He is always so very complimentary and supportive of my writing, and very gracious. Many thanks for that!
I have been nominated for this award once again by Sarah Johnston of http://gatelesspassage.com/. Thank you, Sarah and Anne LeFlore who do such a wonderful job on their shared blog site. I’m very appreciative of being acknowledged by you.
- Thank the person who gave you this award and link back to his/her blog.
- Next nominate 15 bloggers for this award and notify them about the nomination.
- Finally, tell readers seven things about yourself.
1. Dragonketet: dragonkatet.wordpress.com
2. Isadora: insidethemindofisadora.wordpress
3. Fiveloaf: fiveloaf.wordpress.com
4. J. Gavin Allan: jgavinallan.wordpress.com
5. Michal’s Lair: booguloo.wordpress.com
6. Renee Espriu: http://reneejustturtleflight.wordpress.com/
7. Lorna’s Voice: http://lornasvoice.wordpress.com/
8. Marbles in my Pocket: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/
9. Heaven: http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/
10. Tigerbrite: http://planetcyberluz.com/
11. Blaga Todorova: http://brokensparkles.wordpress.com/
12. Olivia: http://oliviasbiopiclog.wordpress.com/
13. Jamie Dedes: http://musingbymoonlight.com/
14. Shashi: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/
15. Miss Kitten: http://randommisanthrope.com/
Seven things about me:
1. Mother of two adult daughters and one middle-aged cat.
2. My best friends are my brothers and sisters.
3. I have three sisters, two brothers and a gazillion cousins, nieces, nephews, etc.
4. I love nurturing plants.
5. I don’t enjoy being overheated but I live in steamy, humid, hot Florida.
6. I used to design and sew a lot of my own clothing and those of my daughters.
7. As a kid, I was hit in the head (accidentally) with a baseball bat. Ouch–stitches!
Posted by Bodhirose on September 28, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/28/the-versatile-blogger-award-2/
Winter Retreat
Winter months find the
beach house deserted.
No sandy trails lead in and out.
No half-filled pails, shovels,
sand-covered flip-flops,
half-dried towels or discarded bathing suits
lay in a hodge-podge pile on
the white-railed wooden porch.
The shutters are pulled tight against
ragged winds and spitting tides.
The laughter of summer’s play
has subsided into the short,
dreary days of winter’s respite.
No longer inviting–it sits in silence.
Winter now enjoys the
vacant beaches, its winds
blow unhindered across the frothing tides,
in and out to sea.
Shells, sea glass and drift wood
rest upon the shore untouched,
sand layered over them,
perchance to be discovered
by deliberate search.
Chilly days grow icy
and bitter, offshore gusts
bluster ashore, collapsing waves
upon the gray, empty beach.
The house and shore celebrate
this time alone, savoring
the quiet time for reflection
and rejuvenation–their winter
solstice spiritual retreat.
My entry for Thursday’s Poet’s Rally: http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/09/agreement-for-thursday-poets-rally-week_21.html
Posted by Bodhirose on September 22, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/22/winter-retreat/
Non-attachment
clinging, clutching, scrabbling through life
foot places miss, stumble, trip
relaxing, letting go, assures a secure place
breath comes easy, lightening the load
feel it, know it, live it within
life is expanded
by
not
expecting
a
thing
Posted by Bodhirose on September 18, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/18/non-attachment/
Moment’s Regret
Sweeping up the broken shards
after it so quickly shattered,
the memory of the trip
we took and found this
piece of pottery.
A moments regret-
but I had to let it go.
Photo from Google Images
My entry for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 18, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/18/moments-regret/
Revenant
My life with you wasn’t enough;
you want me in your death too.
I thought I was free from your wrath
by your untimely death–but no.
Your spirit had barely time to
transition through the bardos
and here you are again.
You appear in death as you did
in life–cold, wicked, treacherous
in your countenance. Colorless,
with a lack of warmth and human
sensibility. You drift through
my life as an untouchable, unfeeling
of my need for peace, wellbeing
and sanctuary. You revel in creating
a horror and terror of my life, making
me pay the price of your own
recklessness. But no–I won’t claim
this as my burden–as my sentence.
Your hunger to hurt and cause
destruction will be finished by me.
No fear, no negative energy will
be granted. I will love you again.
Soon you will be vanishing
into the ethers–my compassion
creating your peaceful resting place.
Painting by Andrew Wyeth, “The Revenant”
My entry for Magpie Tales; Mag 82: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 14, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/revenant/
September 11, 2001
Image via Wikipedia
September 11, 2001
marks a shift
in my feelings
of safety and
my awareness
of how some
look at Americans.
I do not hate
because of this
but am thankful
for the knowledge.
My entry to Monkey Man’s Sunday 160: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/ and dVerse Poetics: In Memoriam: http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/10/poetics-in-memoriam/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 11, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/september-11-2001/
Season’s Shift
Image by Kathryn Ashley via Flickr
shorter days
by only minutes
sun hangs lower
waning by bits
a sense
of change,
subtle
but clear
light and temperature
is modifying
transformation
brings
season’s shift
Posted by Bodhirose on September 9, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/seasons-shift/
Window’s Freedom
I have the freedom to come and go,
out that window or through that door.
My third eye sees through each one,
portals of consciousness clear and bright.
This window stays open, my saving grace,
in-flowing awareness expands me higher.
When gazing through, I see the world
in all its glory–all illusions gone.
Vision surrounds in radiance,
aura protecting all within its space.
Focused breathing turns me inward,
prana permeates and increases bliss.
Seven chakras can be entered
pinpointing energy to make them spin.
Utilize all windows to support your growth,
a gift that’s bestowed upon us all.
My entry for Poets United, The Thursday Think Tank # 65- Windows: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/thursday-think-tank-65-windows.html
My entry for dVerse Poets, Thursday Open Link Night: http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/20/openlinknight-week-10/#respond
Posted by Bodhirose on September 8, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/windows-freedom/
Clara Bow
A short video clip of silent screen star Clara Bow’s movie “It” after which she became known as the “It Girl”:
Sensuous flapper,
roaring twenties vamp.
Noncomformist,
she was herself.
Provocative screen star
even through silence.
Earnest simplicity
was her appeal.
Sexual mores
she helped chill out.
Coy glances with
dark eyes smouldering.
Poised yet free-spirited,
the “It” girl.
Those “bow”ed lips
brought her fame.
My entry for dVerse prompt Silent Films http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/03/poetics-shhh-silent-films/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 4, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/clara-bow/
Special Mothers…
Posted by Bodhirose on September 2, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/special-mothers/
Abandoned
Chattering mind, slowed down
to a depressive, grey stall.
Enthusiasm withered as if
an ineffectual appendage.
Blank paper remained vacant.
Nothing came forth to
be added, admired, critiqued.
Eagerness to be accepted
has waned, dwindled, died.
A passion once so inviting,
so one-pointed with inducing
my excitement and cheer
has been exhausted.
No care for even an attempt–
abandoned by my muse.
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Posted by Bodhirose on September 2, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/abandoned/
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