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The Pull

the pull beneath
vibration pulsing
my feet
I feel it move
pulling
its way through
the dirt
                                Beak
                               Beak
                              Beak
worm

I pull,
slaking
pull
life-taking
life-giving
pull

My red eye
to the sky
feathers of clouds fly
pulled by
loft of wind
they look back
at me with their
grey
grey eyes

Sun lower, pulled
sooner down

Shoulders twitch I
ruffle
feel the pull
set my
nostrils
south
wings beat the air
pull
pull
pull

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

For dVerse Poetics Autumn Prompt

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Park Shade – A Collaboration

You grew in what became a picnic grove
Providing shade to what is now a park
While dying you were cut and when I drove
One morning past your place expecting dark
I found the stump, your tombstone, your new mark
And knew eventually that so will I
Look up with new perspective on the sky.

One year and a day, again walking there
Gentle green and tender shoots spring upward
Branches, leaves, hands reaching to heaven’s prayer
Joy on finding an old friend, my heart stirred
As descendant voices drew me forward
That from this future stand will grow one day
My children’s children bursting forth in May

 

A collaborative Chaucerian-stanza poem by Frank Hubeny (in bold) and Jilly.  Posting for Jilly’s October Challenge of Casting Bricks and for dVerse Poet’s Pub.

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& On Top of It All

Neon ampersand in turquoise just next door to that groovy little 60’s vintage wine shop where they push back the racks and set a casual stage for live jazz and popcorn, all with a poster of Hemmingway on the back wall.  Snatching a defining shot to share with the blog world.  Summer sounds of laughter and living wide open, embracing every little bit of ‘and that, too’ that comes along because life is too, too wonderful to ignore one single luscious bite.

 

ampersanding days

katydidding dusks, blushing

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Posting on dVerse where Lil has us digging around in our frig, just for the chill of it!

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An Open Letter from Orlando to Las Vegas

Wiping fog from the glass,
darkly we see the Three that remain
when the candles are snuffed
knowing that healing comes with

How
Our
Pulsing veins
Envision heaven

not with what our voiceless pain
demands.

Rise each day to your knees.

Take my hand.

© Jilly

For dVerse, where De asks us to write quadrilles using the word Hope.

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Circadian Stone

What cranial pillow-deep tows
my skull over the headboard
down into some unnamed hematoma
of sleep, a back-flip in the pool
where the shelter of trees grasp
the air that divides their knotty
fingers, lingers overhead
in the up-stares where eyes
roll backward, reluctant
to let go of the animation
of awareness?

Gasping, I rise
only to sink,
a stone on its final
skip.

 

© Jilly  All Rights Reserved

Posting on Open Link Night at dVerse.

The October edition of Casting Bricks to Attract Jade, collaborative poetry challenge, opens Friday, October 6th.  Everyone is welcome to join in !               ~Cheers!  Jilly 

 

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Auto Biograph Ick-ality

or “How I Turned Out Like This”

A Silly Jilly Poem for Scribbling indVerse. 

She was razed
up to be a
momconformist
so when she try-folded
the trowels
and dug dirt with bath
towels a Shirley-you-jest
beat her hibbity chest
proclaiming in voco-profundo
“Art thou no doctor of mime!”

Her tale is a glad one, but true
she stammered her pen and off flew
a self-percolating
and unliberating
poet of weirdness and wine

the children of kerfuffle and thyme
gathered their carrots and rhyme
tucked under their tosies
and sneezled their nozies
tilling the soil quite sub-lime.

they supplanted citrus and bells
all glorious hast’ning with spells
the magic was tragic
it flew from their grabick
and landed with happy unlines

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Our Bartender has asked me to take the mic and record this, so here ’tis!

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Untie

Hag-Ridden

Closet-Hidden

Chest-Holder 

Ghost-Bolder

than all my Beliefs
               your Facts
               their Science

can defend
when
REM holds
Council
with Awake

A
          Wake

As the Chief of Mahrs
Gallops across my Lake
                                             of      Dreams

 

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Frank has us writing poems for dVerse tonight on the theme of Sleep.  Join us!

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Stale Mate

O bland Adonis
she fell for his
six-pack abdomis

Movie and dinner
proffered he
with smiles sure
to swoon every she

Milk-toast he
turned out to be
with rippling
curls his brains
unfurled

A second date?
No enspicement
such a flavorless fate
tempted she!

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This brought out the Silly Jilly side of me; no apology. 

Mish spices up our Quadrille writing over at dVerse tonight!  Join us 🙂

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Shipwrecked Eggs & Jigsaw Puzzles

What color is it when poetry
is lost, leaving only prose
and Prozac and a longing
for nights cold enough to throw
an old familiar blanket
into the dryer just to smell
its heat evaporate
into memories of shipwrecked
eggs and jigsaw puzzles
with the pieces that make up
the eyes missing from the box?

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Join us at dVerse for none of the answers to your poetic questions.

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Cuisine

sheading the skin of instant coffee
and packet oatmeal
toaster waffles with margarine
refined sugar followed by fried
bologna sandwiches
on white
years that stick to the roof
of your mouth watering
the gravel driveway
weeds and all
and that spot where
you burned your feet
on the hot charcoals
discarded too soon
and your blistered voice
scolded into magenta pickled
beets whose juices
ruin your mashed potatoes

until you found him

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Join us at dVerse where we are tossing the dough of metaphors, making poetic pizza, gooey with cheese and… I digress…