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Fences and Snakes

black racer slooshed through the short grass
gently startled we
no yelp from me no hiss from he
(or was it a she?)
all silent speed travelling she
(making of us a sisterhood flee)
into the shrub between us and they
who splash and whee! ‘til quarter to three
glee o’er their newly found pool
with thumps and thrums and bass beats
accompany
hope she (or maybe he)
made it stealthily through
unseen
for a silent black racer
makes for a better neighbor
than they
these middle-night raiders of sleep

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Björn is hosting Meeting the Bar at dVerse this week and we are slapping a bit of Onomatopoeia into our poetry.  My encounter with this silent visitor occurred right after work yesterday and, smiling at one another, the snake and I made no noise.  My challenge was how to write about that silence with sound.

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Foiled Again

She
there in the door
way beyond any other
sigh

He
there are the bar
staking his hero journey
her

Eyes
scanning the room
she glances over you
smiles

Eyes
watching her move
he follows her with his eyes
prey

You
here on the wall
you see them plotting their moves
die

They
there in the night
picture it all in your mind
cry

You
here in your room
wanting to foil their delight
try

Eyes
turning away
for a watched plot never foils
comply

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Join me, my  friends, as I host Poetics tonight at dVerse!  We will be twisting adages and you are invited to flock with other poets to write and read poetry, and maybe discover that great things come in blog packages.  🙂

Posted in Poetry

Self

I cannot see myself except
I look down and here I am
hands, knees, feet

I cannot see myself except
I look in the mirror and here I am
face, bodyyouconnectwithme

I cannot see myself except
I look in your eyes and there I am
you love me, hate me, disdain me,
dismiss me, envy me, findmeinaccessible

You cannot see myself except
what I let you see, here I am
little girl hiding in the high branches
of my cottonwood tree
wind catching the waxed-paper leaves
clack, clack, clacking
afraidandunafraid

I cannot see myself except
I know I am here

some

where

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Join me as I host Poetics at dVerse Poet’s Pub this week where we will explore things unseen!