Car Fire

I had readied myself for bed when I heard a commotion on the AA highway. A police car's siren was sounding the night. Blue lights whorled cool air into a frenzy. When I went through my house I could hear more sirens, these belonged to a firetruck and an ambulance.

A little after 11 p.m. my dog, Mateo, and I walked cloaked in darkness to the stop sign just below our house. When we reached the stop sign I saw puffs of black smoke billowing from a gray car.

I turn to see another police car squeeze his way past 13 cars like a pimple from viable skin. He promptly began urging traffic through. As cars moved along in opposite lane a man got back into his truck and backed to where I was standing with my dog.

I said, "Tell me no one was hurt that they all got out safely." He told me that it was only a car fire not a wreck and that three people were standing outside, safely, when emergency vehicles arrived.

Relieved, I walk back home beneath a slight moon and an air that's honeysuckle thick.

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.

Crop Circles 2002 by Frank Desilva was originally uploaded to Flickr. The circles are from UK.

I Remember Me

i search a book writ
upon my aging face-page,
wasting no memory.
I Remember Me
wasting no memory
upon my aging face-page,
i search a book writ.

My first attempt at a Naisaiku and
Written for Poetwist's Twitter word prompt: book.

Fetal- Tucked

embraced in amniotic fluid
you formed tiny memories
of a mother’s laughter
and a father’s ear acting as
stethoscope against my swelled belly.

you grew viably in a dreary,
black room, fetal-tucked
for nine month’s
waiting to see first signs of
ambient light.

fireworks stung the sky: bruised,
making you timid about your arrival.
when you finally crawled to
the white light I noticed your forehead
was the color of midnight.

Dalmatia

Curiosity leads me away from the AA highway to watch a horse I affectionately call Dalmatia. His black spots overlay white skin reminding me of a Dalmatian. He's leery of my presence as I linger alongside the pasture's fenceline capturing silent moments between us.

He saunters around his familiar surroundings careful not to approach the stranger speaking foreign language. There, he pauses before sticking out his pink tongue and retreating into the safety of his barn.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Black Faith and the Green Star. The title is from a junk email I received while using my Gmail account. It begged to be used as a Tuesday Title so here's its debut. Happy Writing~

Poefusion Logo

Last week John and I put my blog name and address onto a sheet of paper playing around with size and font until I was happy with the look. Then John took it to work and asked our friend Eric if he could cut the letters to size for my SUV. The above picture is what transpired. I'm so excited with the way it turned out I just had to share it, here, with you guys. Isn't it so cool? Thanks for all your hard work Eric. I'm very pleased with the outcome of my logo.

Palpable Geometry

Earthy smells penetrate my nostrils as I walk along winding stream a 1/4 mile from my home. I've worked my way to an abandoned, covered well. My arrival is met by a female cardinal. I seek solace in her red-brown, breasted body inches from where I now sit. Her wings bickering with cold water.


Sunlight metamorphosis into shadow and back again while chasing the wind into nervous green leaves. Their underbelly, slightly upturned, skews the water's reflection into a myriad of trajectories. Its movement reminds me of minnows swimming a swift current.


Evening light swabs cool shadows across a brown shelled snail whose palpable geometry rests on the center vertebrae of a waterlogged branch. My eyes fall there. He's the first I've seen since early childhood.

Friday 5

flinty
vertebrae
swab
mot juste
stain

Woodland Glade

Last night I drew the above picture, Woodland Glade (project 5), by John Barber from The Color Pencil Wheel Book. Aside from my perspective being off I felt my amateur attempt was a decent one. What do you think? Below is the original by John Barber.

Manic Monday

How old were you when you learned to tie your shoes? Between 4 and 6 I believe.

Have you ever snooped in somebody else's medicine cabinet? Yes. I would look in my mammaw's cabinet all the time. I loved looking at her perfumes, lipsticks and anything else that captured my attention. And, when I was dating John I looked in his cabinet. The common factor being the perfume/ cologne. I loved the smells.

Who do you think you are? I am a housewife, mother, poet, wanna be photographer, and art journaler. I am devoted to my husband, daughter and close friends. I'm an outgoing adventurer who'll try almost anything once. I'm complicated and spoiled. I don't trust easily. I hate change but, I've learned to except it better. I'm stubborn. Well, this picture didn't turn out entirely pretty, did it? But, I strongly believe it's an honest portrait of who I am.

A Strange Letter

a fuzzy caterpillar
with tousled filaments
fidgets along curved upper lip,
feet tickling black,
as his tiny head
surfaces into abrupt air.

with dizzy curiosity
he situates new footing
like a rock climber
searching a stronger foothold.

curled into a strange letter,
perhaps an L,
he watches us
before enveloping himself
inside the mailbox.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Alligator Ice. I chose to use this as a Tuesday Title because we passed one of their company trucks a few weekends ago and I was intrigued.

Alligator Ice is a frozen drinks company. Think slushies. Alligator Ice was founded in 1995 by Gerald Smith and purchased in 2008 by Russ Warner. Continuing their work together in Wentzville, MO they strive to make the company its best.

Please link to the company if you write a poem using this title. Thanks. Sorry for the late post.

Robin's Nest

past rain evaporates beneath a tilted sun where my eyes catch on an abandoned bird's nest perched on my left, back tire.

Boone Furnace

I see his old, deteriorating bones nuzzling slender blades of grass on our way to Grayson Lake. They lay like fallen toy blocks, slightly askew, topping one another.


Born to Sebastian Eibert in 1856 Boone Furnace grew to 44 ft, 7 inches high with a diameter of 10.5 ft. He blasted his breath in rushes from his swollen tuyere allowing his steam to rest upon the knoll like fog.


When his voice gave way in 1871 he sat quietly beneath many shades of sky pondering his existence. Today, I traipse across his garden taking pictures of his relaxed figure, mouth agape. He's become an unforgotten relic in my pocket.

For more information on this beautiful, stone relic follow this link.

Two Geese

My blogging journey began with Poefiti one year and nine months ago (August 15th, 2007). Since then Poefiti has been merged with Poefusion to become the home of my poetry, photography, life happenings, artwork and memes. A place to say thank you to all who visit and who've become my newest friends. May my journey continue forward with you all. Here's honking my horn... two geese flying over Grayson Lake.

Grayson Falls 2 Video

Want to relax in nature without the bug bites, fishermen and poison ivy? Well, here's your chance to here a waterfall on the outskirts of Grayson Lake. Her song is soothing. Want to hear the first waterfall? Follow this link here.

Manic Monday

Which household chore do you dislike the most? Dusting.

What's the best museum you've ever visited? Cincinnati Museum Center at Union Station in Cincinnati, OH. We got the chance to see Titanic: The Artifact Exhibition. They shared some really interesting relics from Titanic. Being so close to something historic was incredible. At the beginning of the tour we drew passenger names of those on board the Titanic. We were told to match the name we drew to the names of those who didn't survive and see if 'we' survived the sinking. I was the lone survivor of my family. There was also a large block of ice to show us how cold the water was surrounding the unfortunate people. We only held our hands there for a few seconds. They had to endure those cold temperatures for much longer before dying.

Another great exhibition at Cincinnati Museum Center was Baseball As America. During its tour I was a BIG baseball fan.

It's Star Wars Day today. I've never seen any of the Star Wars movies. What "common" movies haven't you seen? I haven't seen all the Matrix or Mission Impossible movies yet. I've only seen the first Matrix movie and the third Mission Impossible. But, I have seen all the Star Wars movies to date because John is a big fan.

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.

Waterfall #2

Our voices echoing between fresh, budding trees and large rock facings are disturbing the fishermen nearby as we continue to penetrate Grayson's beauty.

Briars snatch bits of our skin as we continue traveling along unobliging hillsides with piqued ears- reaching a spot parallel to her exaggerated lips. There the camera captures another beautiful song.

Here's the first story, Grayson Falls.

Westering

life, destitute of time
turns, turns again- deep ticks-
culminating inside
warbling tocks.

black numbers are falling
from her dimpled face-
her hands rising, noon,
in perfect tree formation.

variable geometries stray
from a single fingertip
rotating in the westering wind
like translucent dandelion seeds.

Don't Look Down

movie Don't Look Down
date 1998
poem Nothing Gold Can Stay
author Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost can be found in its entirety below. Words used in the movie are in bold. Comments welcome.


Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found here each week. 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

culminate
destitute
translucent
warbles
dimpled