A Shriveled Blossom

“To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have—to want and want—how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!” ~ Virginia Woolf

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I am longing
for days when we were
not a shriveled blossom
shrouded by sun-
light and death.

Has the wind whispered
secrets my pen can’t keep?
We miss you, my ink
and me.

When my ink misses you
most, I wish for words
to write you out
of my veins.

Last night, I ate kiwi
coated in passion fruit juice,
pecans and memory—

every bite tasted of ashes.

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the wee notes…
– Marian, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, gave us 30 themes and invited us to write a poem about one (or several) of them. I wanted Cake, but I ended up dancing with Romance…
– Linked to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 380.

the visual poetry


Mind-Tickle

She likes creatures. And comfort. Seriously. She suggested we indulge in them, told us to “write about something simple that gives [us] comfort.” I couldn’t think of anything comforting that had creatures in it. So… I went for a tanka piece that explores some of my favorite things to play with, when distraction is desired: weird words, wordplay… I hope it gives you a giggle or 3. It gave me multiples. I’m freakishly lucky like that. 😉
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“Mind-Tickle”

I delight in tongues
full of strange and stirring
words that mind-tickle.
Manustupration is good,
nature’s first chirogymnast.

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the wee notes…
Manustupration: an archaic (and wholly cool) word for masturbation.
Chirogymnast: a mechanical contrivance for exercising the fingers of a pianist.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Creature Comforts.

from Mrs. Byrne’s Dictionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words