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The Long Shadow of War

mindlovemisery  Music Prompt #10: Imagine Dragons – “Demons” prompt by mandibelle16  (Song here)

 

You left with hope
and high ideals
gonna make it safe
for those back home

But what you dreamed
and what you’d seen
were two very, very
different things

When you came back
without some friends
it was the end
of innocence

I saw your pain
you drowned it out
in angry words
your heart in sherds

an ancient artifact
of war, no more,
you’re better now
but it’s still there

In your eyes lurk
loss and pain, you’ll
never be guiltless again
and every now and then

it rears its head
you push it down
you’ve learned to live
and forgive… yourself.

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Hope

imaginarygarden Writing Unseen Imagined By Isadora Gruye

”  Write a poem about something you can’t see fully. Whether it’s the sea monster draped in darkness or just the silhouette of a lover blotted out by the sun, we are all intrigued with the details that exist but escape our sights. “

 

Does it feel velvety soft
like the down of eider
that cradles my head
that soothes me to sleep
to dream the dreams
of peace and rest?

Does it taste like pears,
the rosy part in absinthe green
that fills my mouth
with succulent sweetness
sating my thirst
of body and soul?

Does it sound like
a gentle rain tapping
at the window or rushing
rowdy rapids over rock
or perhaps the hungry chirp
of a wide-mouthed nestling?

I only know it is an enduring
thing, a wish, a possibility,
a thing promised with surety
but unseen, unseeable,
felt only as a flutter,
fragile as a butterfly wing.

 

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Cloud Rorschach


Wheat Field with Cypresses
Painting by Vincent van Gogh, July 1889

Twiglets lily-clouds

There’s a cat pouncing behind the cypress
bent fingers at the top that beckon
and under them a long stemmed calla,
stamen like a tongue stuck out in fun.
Oh, I could lie here all morn finding shapes
in the clouds, my imagination at full run.

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Life and other Scary Things

Twiglets     with both feet

I’ve tried it many ways
this dipping into life
I’ve timidly stuck in my toe
and shivering withdrew,
valiantly waded in waist high,
ballerina tiptoe style
but it just prolonged the agony.
I’ve thrown all caution to the wind
and dove headfirst into the deep
but somehow I didn’t like my head
covered before my feet.
Now, I think I’d recommend
springing, eyes open wide
into the deepest part
with both feet
screaming and kicking
and utterly indiscreet.

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Silhouette

mindlovemisery Saturday’s Mix-silhouettes-prompt by Teresa

Image result for silhouettes images
Shutterstock on Google images

 

I only ever saw you in silhouette
blocking out a space of bright
two-dimensional being of dark
that made the light around intense

I thought it was you that dazzled .
I guess it was peripheral vision
that distracted… I forgot to
look for your soul. I admit your

silhouette was well defined, sharp
but your detail was lost in blur,
fuzzy, indistinct like your caring,
your love, your commitment.

It finally came to me – I understood,
a silhouette is a stilled wind,
a static moment, a trick of light
and you never stirred me.

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Eventide Melody

imaginarygarden get listed – July Imagined By

For this edition of get listed, see if you can bring the sounds of summer to the page – something missing, or maybe something just waiting to get noticed again. Please use at least 3 of these words (or reasonable variants): heat, bird, easy, fling, pass, sweat, corn, float, ice cream (that’s considered one), bright, cricket, dusk

 

Just at dusk, the heat turned down to bearable,
the bats come out of the attic and other dark places
darting, diving, in deranged flight chasing the skeeters,
gnats and moths, sating hunger in frenetic motion
and echolocation. Too high pitched, just a faint click,
and the drama goes on, to my ears, in almost silence.
In the far woods an owl whoos, another answers.
Mourning doves coo their melancholy song as a male
cardinal slashes the sky crying “Pretty, Pretty, Pretty.”
The easy sounds of summer comfort me like a lullaby.

 

 

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Verandah Memories

Twiglets  A Cool Verandah

When I was growing up
I’d sit with Aunt Letitia
on the verandah late after
noons drinking lemonade,
eating gingersnap cookies,
watching the fireflies begin
their shy twinkle of love
sirens in the tall grass.
I miss those days with
Aunt Letitia but iced tea
and Oreos with you on the
front porch is pretty nice, too.

 

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Languages of the Wind

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday’s Mix with Teresa
and imaginarygarden  The Tuesday Platform By Marian

 

The wind speaks in many tongues…
in the rustling of leaves
the roar of the hurricane
howl of a squall
the maelstrom of tornado
and the whisper of butterfly wings
stirring the air.

She whistles round the corners
she screeches through eaves
she moans down the chimney
she sings in the chimes
and chants in the reeds
with patois rich and holy
like a beseeching prayer.

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Shadows in the Water

mindlovemiserys “It’s All in the Title”

A river of time
streams behind me
as I stand in this moment
watching the water
flowing toward me.
T
hen this moment is gone.
Soon I’ll be gone,
and you’ll be gone,
then we’ll just be
shadows of memory
wavering in the stream.

 

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12

And Yet I Feel Guilt

imaginarygarden FASHION ME YOUR WORDS TO FOLD ~ Ergo Imagined By

Dead fly on the window ledge
nothing to show why
it suddenly dropped dead.
I throw it away
as though it were nothing,
as though its short life trifling.
It touches me not. No tears,
no lament, plunked into a wastebasket.
I go on with my life. 

I think of deaths
of people I’ve never seen
in cities I don’t know

in a hospital,a hospice bed,
a car crash,
old age, suicide.
I hope they were mourned,
remembered, missed.
But it touches me only in passing,
otherwise, I would die
under its weight
or at least go mad.

 

The Prompt
Today we are revisiting [or visiting]
Peanuts a syndicated daily and Sunday American comic strip written and illustrated by Charles M. Schulz, which ran from October 2, 1950, to February 13, 2000, continuing in reruns afterward…with philosophical, psychological, and sociological overtones… the characters’ interactions form a tangle of relationships.

THE CHALLENGE:
Peruse the Peanuts cartoons shown [click for larger views], ponder them in a fresh new light, studying each character, until, you think you have found yourself in one of them, OR the nearest possibility of yourself, at the time of your reading here at Toads.