Human Clay

Band Creed
Album Human Clay

I chose to use the
same title as the album.






Human Clay

I do not understand the reason for my birth
It seems I come from that of earth
But, I am not of flesh and bone
And I cannot walk across this broken stone
Holding time within my hand
I am anchored to the land
The mystery is to be read
Upon these crossroads which lie ahead
Revealing my body’s true tone
I take my soul alone
Take away from my face this pain
If what I ask is not in vain
Give light to my darkened eyes
Before my spirit again dies
My shadows pain the ground
As my voice echoes no sound

Monday Mural

Band Creed
Album Human Clay

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

My poem for this cover art can be found in a later post.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

language
chasm
peripeteia
sketch
stream

Sandman Lullaby

Her soft wheedling
Tangles in tiny fingers
Entwining mother and baby
In pastime lullaby's.

Sandman arrives half-past midnight
With variegated dreams
Caught in his pocket.

Butterfly wings
And, lightning bug things
Eager to play
Upon watercolor seams.

Laughter's sinuous perfume
Dances into sacculated clouds
Where Sandman takes his bow.

3ww words are in bold.

Manar Maged

You Were... is a poem dedicated to Manar Maged who died on Saturday, March 25, 2006. Photo found on internet courtesy of Reuters. The first lines of my poem are derived from Jason Keath's poem Songbird Still. If you get the chance to visit his site, Argonaut, please take the time to read his poem.

Manar Maged was a conjoined twin with a condition called craniopagus parasiticus. On February 18, 2005 Manar and Islaam were to be separated. The operation was a success. February 19th I dreamed about the twins before they had their operation. It wasn't until Sunday, February 20th that I saw an article on the MSN page about the twins being separated. I knew from my dream that Manar was going to survive. I thought she would live to be at least 5 or 6 but, that wasn't to be. That's why I hadn't checked on updates of her condition. I was devastated when I finally looked for news of Manar and found out that she had died. I had to question why I had a dream about someone else's child- being my own- living, when she was destined to die. My heart broke that day. I grieved as though she were my own child.

Oprah had a segment on her show about Manar when she left the hospital. The doctors who operated on her were available for questions as well.

Manar/Islaam Maged born Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Rest In Peace

You Were...

You were carved
From Egyptian earth
Where I searched for you,
There…

In the sands

I cried on
Genuflected knees
As I spoke to you
In foreign tongued dialect
From my mind’s periphery
You guided me
Through the pyramids of Giza
Through the Nehet
Two ‘sycamore’s of turquoise.’

You were engraved
Like hieroglyphics,
A language, upon my memory
Where I walked with you,
There…

Along the Nile

I took your hand
Beneath the fire burnt signature
Of a dilated sun
And, held it as poetry
Half written
Until you segued
Into sedentary earth and,
Looked to the east.

Here's a link for those interested in knowing more about my poem.

Welcome

Welcome to Poefusion. Here you will be able to find a prompt each week that helps you with the challenges of writing something new. I hope you will enjoy these prompts each week and find that your writing was enriched by using my prompts. Hope to see you around. Thanks for participating.

Have a nice day.
Michelle Johnson

she dreamed

nine stars slept between
heaven's door and the bluegrass
ambiguous moon

3ww words in are bold.

Along Red River

We hiked along Red River
The original, circuitous trail
Watching last night's campers
Splash in the waterhole.

The original, circuitous trail
Wound into a racket and a
Splash in the waterhole
From a large creek rock.

Wound into a racket and a
Swinging bridge to go skipping across
From a large creek rock
You couldn't see anymore.

Swinging bridge to go skipping across
Watching last night's campers
You couldn't see anymore
We hiked along Red River.

3ww words in bold.

down by the river

fresh rain coming in
breaking cold river water
Sunday baptism

Balloon Race

My family and I went to a Buffalo Trace Balloon Race Saturday, August 18th and we had a ball.

They had food vendors, arts and crafts, tethered balloon rides and skydivers. Some smaller activities included things like stilt walkers, a magician and a walk inside one of the balloons. The finale was a balloon glow where you got to see all of the balloons lit up at once. It appeared everyone from Maysville, Kentucky was there.

Best of all, I met a man named Charles Woods who likes to be called Old Man Woods while standing in line for our tethered balloon ride. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. We were able to have him ride with us when we went up in the balloon. I enjoyed his company most of all today. He was very kind. He said he'd gone up in a smaller plane before and he's also walked the top of the Purple People Bridge in Ohio. Thank You Old Man Woods for such a wonderful talk.

During the second skydiving we were able to sit where they were to land. That was cool because the first skydiver landed so fast that he skidded across the landing platform. The next thing you saw was a small fire break out. I guess you could say he was hot. But, he wasn't hurt. He had already detached his gear when it caught fire. They removed it from the platform in time for the second and third divers to land.

Here are some more pictures.

Pictures-

1. Hi Flight piloted by Mike Wade
2. 3 skydivers
3. One hot skydiver
4. Me and my daughter MyKiah- inside middle of balloon
5. Start of Balloon Glow
6. Balloon Glow
7. Balloon Glow

One Thousand, Wild Fireflies

Circinate moon beams unfold
Before her culled womb
Anointing her small frame
In God's periphery.

She walks among
One thousand, wild fireflies
Each tiny lantern
A kaleidoscope of splayed midnight
The circumference of her belly
Minus one pound.

One thousand, wild fireflies
Gather to a golden haze
As she takes off her sunglasses
And, looks at the sun.

3ww words are in bold.