Doll for Big Tent Poetry

The Big Tent Poetry site offers the following Wordle words:
hook gourd purple kiss drooping staircase muddy bitter doll glossy extract pluck



Doll

the muddy river of no return
kisses the bank
where bitter gourds grow

a blow-away bride
tumbling down
a loose rock staircase

hooked by a drooping vine
her glossy purple eyes
and come-hither moue

plead to be plucked
from that vine near
the muddy river of no return

 
 

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Into the Dusk for Magpie Tales

Magpie Tales #36 - the image prompt by Willow.

Into the Dusk


geese stitch
the falling dusk
to leaves of quilts

summer birds craft
sweet clear sounds
of southbound song

pressing into cooling air
she hums refrain...the
melody of Persephone

 
 
 

A Willow Image.

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M for ABC Wednesday

ABC WEDNESDAY ROUND 7: M is for.....

Mudra

While reading Q's Corner at http://q-corner.blogspot.com// (an especially wonderful blog), I noticed a book entitled Mudras: Yoga in Your Hands.Mudras: Yoga in Your Hands Because I credit yoga for much of my flexibility, I found mudras interesting enough to read several articles online and to watch various programs which further illuminated this method of movement.

According to the ubiquitous Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mudra: A brain research paper published in the National Academy of Sciences in November 2009, demonstrated that hand gestures stimulate the same regions of the brain as language.

I ordered the book and expect it show up mid-week in time to add spice to the gray days to come. Do you know mudras?

M created in Escape Motions

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Faulty Map for Big Tent

Big Tent Poetry prompts: borrow one line from a poet’s poem and use that line as a springboard.

My poem was prompted by Joy Harjo A Map to the Next World which can be found at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=179781

Faulty Map

forgetfulness takes inbound steps
alongside the walk-about
drops petite crumbs for comfort

a nip of silk scarf peeks
from a drawer of woolen socks
a can of peas crowds the shoes

thin lines of ink doodle lists
tasks that must be done
until they double up and fade

afraid to move, or read ink,
she huddles in quiet and struggles
to recall where she left the crumbs

 
 

A Fractal Image.

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