Storyteller
Laugh lines of paint
dance upon canvas
Twirling in blues, yellows, and reds
Combining into something whole,
and telling a story
that only the viewer
can know.
The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics
Part X
I cannot breathe.
My lungs are full.
The fluid rising –
I am drowning and I can feel moist pedals
clinging to my pale skin.
The fluid rises above my ears –
again,
I cannot hear,
gurgling, gurgling…
and my mind leaves me,
did I ever have a mind?
the poppy field is so beautiful,
I think I will nap…
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 5:00 PM
Mirror of Life
The world is your open heart
An awaken Heart is your Mirror
Oneness with your life is your film
All that surrounds you is your museum
Bright eyes is your camera
Always searching to give to everyone.
Prompt for Hour Ten
Write a poem focused on location. Instead of just focusing on describing that location (be it a house, a car, a lake, a mountain), try and frame it in terms of a story or an idea.
Selling Ourselves Short
Hour 10 – 3:00 PM
Children are the future
If we didn’t know before.
Have we thought about where their headed considering the course?
What ethics do you hold to be self evident?
Are you holding your children to be better than?
Better then before; a nightmare; a war.
Why must we sell ourselves short?
– J.C. ©
Reminisce
Pink rose petals
Wither to ant food
As my mind
Takes a trip down
Memory Lane
Haiku 3 (just don’t say it)
Morning symphony
brews to steaming crescendo:
good to the last drop.
Winter Beach- Poem #9- Poetry Half Marathon
Barren trees
Crystal capped water
Erasing pebble shore
Surf remembered.
Castles Made of Sand
And so castles made of sand fall into the sea
And you lay down your axe Gone too soon
Purple haze all in my brain since you’ve been gone.
Fly on Little Wing I say
There’s a Red House over yonder
I hope you’re there
Setting the place on Fire—
Let me stand there
But castles made of sand fall into the sea
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