Breathe Again

forget not –
be pleased with all your efforts
if they have been as your honest is
as the day is long
look up to slip and sip
drinking of the sky
look down to peer into the deep
bright blue
stars twinkling in the twilight
at your feet
and when you level your gaze
remember to slip between the seam
of sharp and clear focus
and dream of the colours
that move your soul

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick

words for Just Breathe

Wish Breaker

what of the hauntings in your heart?
does terror leap and grab
you in the throat
or are there seeds planted as wishes
held sacred in this most secret
of gardens
where artemisian light flows wild
and free with an inner strength
both curse and blessing
in these
watery dreams –

what makes or breaks your legs
in these moments
lucidly held in your hands –
do you tremble whisperingly light –
a slice of a shiver
some untranslatable on the tongue
silver grey scale
like the runaway fish that surface break
and bubble kiss in their undisclosed
pathos –
an innocence locked in the mistral’s wings
a symphony strung in silver violins –
volumptuous chords drinking from the goblets
of the psyche long held ancient
whining in the bended elbow of the old oak –
or is it an apple tree –
the rubble the remains of your town
which upped and left
of its own discord
as you flew away
in a slurry of swirling skirts brushing
against your exposed ankles –
this is the war inside us –
we are children of a wondering moon –
nothing more than fallen fruit

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick

mlmm prompt: writing prompt sunday: “it’s all in the title”

Wish Breaker
Undisclosed Pathos
The Silver Violin
Children of the Wondering Moon
The Haunting of Cora Applebaum
Whispers in the Willow Trees
Psychic Chasms
When Fish Runaway
The War Inside of Us
The Town that Went Missing

all great titles of choice – so I opted to weave ideas and essences from each into “one” thing ♠

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I am most familiar
in high contrast –
the blindingly brilliant days
when the garbage strewn back alleys
and black metal stairs
case themselves
in an opaque darkness
the details are hardpressed –
etched in asphalt and grey scales

It is here I wait
frame and click –
letting vignettes breathe themselves
into a life –
culled from the trance
you of the ordinary
perform mundane rituals –
recycling binned
re-shift the broken wooden pallet
upon which sit two balding truck tires
a sprocket wrench and a rusting bolt
its nut long lost somewhere
as a cracked wing mirror reflects back –
things are no longer closer than they appear
while a thicket of tomatoes
in 4 gallon pails
full green in leaf and spider-legged yellow blossoms
jungle your path
the red fruit staked and tied up
with flesh coloured panty hose
cut at the crotch
and a juicy beefstake boy is almost full
to bursting
waiting for your loving hand –
the pluck
from stem to plate
in infinite grace
of your tread on the spiral staircase
your escape and launch
from 3rd story back door
to courtyard
where you tend to an oblique slice
of asphalt and concrete life
renting out your dreams
in the day-to-day

©2017 Scribbler’s Dipstick

mlmm prompt: saturday’s mix