Fleming County

I
watch,
listen,
linger where
Fleming County wears
a comfortable atmosphere.

Fleming County was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Listening to the Color of My Mind as a starting point. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

tuesday shades

morning cricket ticks
beneath a half-naked sun
early Tuesday shades

tuesday shades was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

balloon chasers

daughter and mother-
we're hot air balloon chasers
beneath double A sunset.

fire-breath extinguished now
we watch your puffed existence
fall with punctuated eye.

balloon chasers was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Monday Mural

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.

This weeks artwork Street Art- Vogensenbrucke by Felicia was originally uploaded to Flickr.

Secretariat

Secretariat
frolics in dandelion fields
unbridled spirit

Secretariat was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Russell Theatre

The Russell Theatre in downtown Maysville was opened Friday evening for its residents to tour the theatre's restored lobby area. Friday's tour was a prequel to The Rosemary Clooney Music Festival which is held in honor of restoring The Russell Theatre back to its former Mediterranean glory. Afterwords, you could step outside and watch the theatre's history (movie) unfold against a white screen.


During the tour I was able to take pictures of the lobby and the unrestored half of the Russell. It is in bad repair but, with the money raised from donations, The Rosemary Clooney Music Festival each year and the placement of the Russell to the National Register of Historic Places I am hopeful to see this treasure restored to its past splendor.



This year's performer for the 10th anniversary Clooney Festival is Michael Bolten. Friday's performer for the downtown block party was The Parrots of the Caribbean. I have to say as we approached the Russell I enjoyed what music was playing.

What's your favorite landmark? Comments welcome below.

School Days

Kindergarten. Those were the days, your first love and your most embarrassing moment.

It was late fall, early winter when I was struck with... the diarreaha. My mother sent me to school that day, against her better judgment but, not without putting a pair of panies in my coat pocket. "Now Michelle, she said, don't tell anyone these are in your pocket." At such an age I believe one would agree to anything, so I said, "Okay!"

Arriving at school, my mother walked me inside and spoke with my teacher explaining the situation that would soon be before her. The teacher gave my mother a reassuring smile and said she would take care of me so my mother left.

At some point, I can remember going to the bathroom, which was within the classroom. It was a small, rectangular room with a white door. During this time the teacher knelt down in front of me and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" I replied and while the time in the bathroom was uneventful the end of the day proved different.

At the end of the day everyone was getting ready to go home. I can remember sitting in my seat with my coat on and my hands inside the pockets, waiting. When my mother arrived, she stood in the doorway smiling, expecting nothing. Then I stood up waving the panies in the air and said, "Look mommy, look mommy! I didn't show anyone my panies today!"

Laughter filled the room as I walked away so proud that I had kept a secret all day.


I wrote this story for a creative writing class I took sometime back and decided it was time to share it here on my blog, unedited. I spelled panties as panies because that's what I called them when I was young. Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my childhood.

What's your most embarrassing moment at school?

First Time

It was a summer of firsts, that year-
First time staying on a houseboat
First time eating pizza bread sandwiches
First time water skiing (one mile)
And, my favorite, watching my dad
Jump over Cumberland Falls.

First Time was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

dragonfly

green- black dragonfly
lands on leafs perimeter
decorative motif

dragonfly was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

An Oak Tree

An oak tree residing on a monadnock
Draws my eyes from the AA.
I see its catalyst, a boil on its side,
And wonder if it longs for my thumbs
To trespass its corrugated skin.
If I could squeeze this boil, of its bile,
Would it ooze horizontal lines? Ribs?
Could I count each splintered rib
As it pricks my sore thumbs?
Hold its excavated age in my palm.
Dare I broach this exoskeleton, isolated
Like the acacia, L’Arbre du Tenere?
These are the questions I ponder
As my daughter draws my attention
Back to the stainless steel highway.

Written for Read Write Poem #45. Thanks Christine.

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

fatigue
embroidery
secluded
monotonous
thaw

autumnal trinket

watching febrile sun
dissolve with fiery zest
autumnal trinket

3ww words are in bold.

surrender

s-t-r-e-t-c-h
my
body-
long, thin, red.
pale bones creak, alone-
i surrender these phalanges

to azure skies,
susurrus winds,
babbling water,
crooked trees
and your
strong
hands.

surrender was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Heroes

show Heroes
episode The Second Coming
date 2008
poem The Second Coming
author William Butler Yeats

The poem The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats can be found below in its entirety.

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Prison Break

show Prison Break
episode Scylla
date 2008
poem The Odyssey
author Homer

You can read an excerpt from Homer's epic poem The Odyssey below. Due to the length of this poem I have decided to post what was used in the episode. And, for the rest of the poem I will post a link.



Must you have battle in your heart forever?
The bloody toil of combat? Old contender,
Will you not yield to the immortal gods?
That nightmare cannot die,
Being eternal evil itself-
Horror, pain and chaos;
Their is no fighting her.

The Odyssey by Homer
Translated by Samuel Butler

Tuesday Title

Create a poem with the title Women in the Silence as your starting point. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

fish, barging water

an Ohio fish swims upstream with
its brown fins cooled against water,
his eyes bulged from the red sun.
along scaled paths, I sit,
waiting for waves to
tickle my feet.
fish-flops
river…
splash.

fish, barging water was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

thoroughbred horses

spending quality
time together nose to grass
thoroughbred horses

thoroughbred horses was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Monday Mural

by idigit teddy
artwork Natural Sculpture
from Flickr
originally uploaded here

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.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this beautiful photoshopped picture. It's stunning. Happy Writing~

Late Summer Cicada

Her pointy fingers
Pricked me to attention
Where I watched
A late summer cicada
In a depression of
Honey locust branches.
Its tail shook like a
Chemehuevi rattle
As its wings clapped
Friday’s sun into the sky.

Late Summer Cicada was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Poefusion

Poefusion #20

Write a poem using this found grocery receipt. Click to enlarge.

bungee

sprawled leg opossum
anticipating his turn
bungee jumping... now

bungee was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

7 a.m.

7 a.m., morning is waking,
Queen Anne’s Lace is strong.
Beneath this tilting marrow
I hear crickets and katydids
Playing their ode to carrots
For the passing geese-
Gonking, I imagine,
In perfect v formation.
I’ve sit long enough to watch
Whites disperse into greens
While I listen to a passing plane
And, a robin who hushes its drones.

7 a.m. was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

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

flivver
fricative
frowsy
fledgling
farl

As an extra challenge this week try writing all these words in a Pleiades. Happy Writing~

RT 1237

Avionic circles
Twist Tuesday’s sky pale,
Can you hear the leaves pulsing?
A grey bird breaks breath
On summer’s back-
I see her breast
Beneath outstretched wings,
My prying eyes go unnoticed.

RT 1237 was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

On A Bareback Horse

On a bareback horse
I watch her wake
Into splintered windcolors.

Memory ends at the barn.

She screams white
Into pale, bruised greens
And trunks four hoof beats
Inside her surging head.

On a bareback horse
I watch her wake.

On A Bareback Horse was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using this line Your Tongue Grows Heavy From Foul and Fizzy Brews. This is from one of the Poetry Postcards I received during the month of August. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

turtle

traveling across Rockhouse road
under shellac of mud, she
reels her head
towards an Escape. She
longs to reach her baby whose
eyes are closed against the sun.

turtle was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

grasshopper

hot, reflective hood
makes tiny feet take respite
balanced grasshopper

grasshopper was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Monday Mural

by black coffee blue jeans
artwork melting time sculpture
outside dali universe, london
from Flickr
originally uploaded here

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.

horsefly

how docile you've become
hacking my car window-
hoping for me to catch
habitual actions
half-mast against the sun,
haggling my zoom to
heighten your large wingspan.

horsefly was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

garter snake

swiveling grass blades
redirect my paced walking
hissing garter snake

garter snake was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Black- Eyed Susans

I pulled summer
From the air-
Twisting it into
Strange birds,
Braiding each wing,
Nested on a field of
Black-Eyed Susans.

I gathered all
This bird’s
Yellow plumage
And plumped my hair
With a crown
Of linked daisies
Today.

Black- Eyed Susans was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Adithia

She dozes into Adithia
On the red eye,
On the wings of strange glyphs.
Parting clouds and two birds
Give way
To Kokopelli’s flute.

Mother wants to open baby’s eyes
And fly into the keyhole of her dreams
So she can walk with her newborn
Across this pillowed dreamland
Until the sun’s rays, thick as a lion’s mane,
Tickle Ada’s feet.

This poem was written in response to Rick Mobbs artwork pictured above. To check out more of his work follow this link.

Paintsville's Swinging Bridge

In a wad of blue eyes
I seek steadiness.
My father’s coaxing me across
Paintsville’s old suspension bridge.
Tethered, wooden planks are
Hip flexors swinging, swaying
Behind Radio Shack
Like ivory piano keys.
Our feet list over each note
Until we reach middle C.
The hem of resistance has fallen
As I watch my father pingump a tune
Beneath blue- gray skies.
I hear his laughter fade
Into the Big Sandy River, below.

Sextuplets

At the half-acre edge yesterday
We searched the underbelly of tall grasses,
The womb’s dark corridors dilated 10cm.
Perfect, round bodies are extracted.
We cut their umbilical cords. They… winced.
Swathed in nurturing arms
We carry sextuplets inside our home,
Their button- buttons already outies.
We imagine their faces, beautiful fractures,
On Halloween emitting a soft, orange glow.

Written for Postcrossing.

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

birse
jounce
sike
throstle
griseous

traveling sixteen

she is speed today
driving her cherry eclipse
traveling sixteen

traveling sixteen was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Abbervail Dream

Brown and white philly
Stands in quotation of barn
And quiet Kentucky shade.

Chaotic rhythms
Pulse the ground- Abbervail Dream
Takes first place at Churchill Downs.

Abbervail Dream was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem with this title Beautiful Fractures as your starting point. Come back every Tuesday for a new title prompts.

katydid

kneeling before a waif legend,
alone, in deciduous
trees… I yerk sounds of green,
down, close to my ear-
intricate stridulations
done in onomatopoeic song.

katydid was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.

Realities of the Heart

These gold mountains-
Beached whales, humpback,
Laminate Hager's field where
Lambent feet crisscross
Rows of laughter
And lungs burn
From siphoned haydust.
The words Marco... Polo
Trip from our tongues
Like water from a spout hole
Until someone is tagged, it.

Realities was written for a Poetry Postcard project throughout August.

Monday Mural

by Crzycowgal046
artwork Painting
from Photobucket
originally uploaded here

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.

Tyburn

A tyburn is a six line poem consisting of four rhyming lines (all descriptive words) and a syllable count of 2,2,2,2,9,9. The last two lines incorporate the four rhyming lines as the fifth through the eighth syllables with end rhyme.

Here's an example

baseball bat

swinging
stinging
zinging
flinging

baseball bat swinging, stinging hands.
player hears the zinging, flinging fans.

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

pheromones
earmarked
sedulous
apiculate
blisters

country hiatus

blame the fast paced world
for today's awry people
country hiatus

3ww words are in bold.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Lipstick God as your starting point. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

Papercuts

What are you reading? Share your book title, author name and a brief description about what you are reading. My hope is that Poefusionists can find that next great read.