Category: Ekphrastic Poetry
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A Rocky Start
Sapling, you shoot roots in the shallow bucket engorged with sharp bits of seed hulls left by the squirrels, picked at by cardinals. Your tender, slender stem, elongated spine, extends from cracked dirt in a clay flower pot, the old home of an expired aloe vera plant. Can your…
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Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Moon Eats the Dark – Barbara Leonhard
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless: In a nest of owls, I awaken bare, bleeding. Talons pierce flesh. Stabbing beaks shear old skin, mincing fat and bone. I am released into cloud. Glossy wings unfurl. I chase stars and alight onto rays of petrified time. I scan marvel as Moon…
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Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul- Podcast Episode 1, We are Entwined Spirits
I have a poetry podcast on Podbean called “Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul“. Let me know what you think! The post is called ‘We Are Entwined Spirits’. When we feel isolated and lost, Poetry is our medicine. http://meelosmom.podbean.com/ This podcast has a new poem in it. Memoirs Poems are…
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River Grass at Summer’s End
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water striders mate and die. Widow Skimmers dance on the waves. A turtle basks on a dead limb caught in a…
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An Imperfect Bride
Let’s go! It’s time! Now!? I’m still in my floral blue knit night gown, plum-colored sweatshirt, & baby doll slippers from Walmart! No one will see you or care. Not important. An uncharged phone? A half-packed purse? Uncompleted morning duties? I gather myself, an imperfect bride, for the trip. I…
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Kama
Royal honey is the blood of my womb, lush creation, even messy havoc, hungry for birth. I am Kama. My desire burns as the sun; I breathe floral light, savor the dusty bloom of your earth & devour your elixir. I enchant you with my dance & song: …
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The Visitant
A house that grows taller may collapse or be reborn, its brick spine realigned, & new colors applied to the relic. This house stands rigid in gauzy light, an old man using breeze as an inhaler. The front steps creak under the Visitant, bearing cerements. The porch, a broken hip…
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Summer’s End
From seedlings in spring to tall grasses in summer sun, we stand, scanning the lapping currents from our spot. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water bugs mate and die while widow skimmers dance on the waves in bright light. A turtle basks on a dead limb that’s caught in…
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The Death of a Farm
I submitted this poem to the July 2019 Ekphrastic Challenge, but it wasn’t chosen. I don’t have permission to use the image here, but you can check out Ekphrastic Challenge on Rattle.com for the exact scene. For this post, I chose some free images on pixabay to illustrate the poem.…
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