Sunday, January 16, 2011
EEjits short day of the Poetry Bus soul.
We're skating on thin ice,one world above , one below.Break the ice,down we dive to deeper and darker waters, we will not drown, deeper breathing in and out, inhale exhale,poetry is oxygen, ponder and think and delve and dwell deep within the chambers of ourselves for a little while.
More passengers welcome, see full prompt in previous post.Meanwhile across the globe breaths and chances have been taken and the dark muse kissed.
The early bird catches the bus, first up is...
a double whammy from Jeanne the ovaltiney
Jules the Jewels is next
Rachel The Quick Brown Fox
Helen The Pleasure Dome
Feckin hell, complete caramel, it's Annell !
Izzy wizzy she's been busy
Kitty clay take it away bonkers Bagnell!
From Kitty to katy,breathtaking from EMERGING WRITER!
Dana the storm bug is cloudbustin
Karen's behind the curtains
Heather's sippin time
Can you keep Mairi's poetry secrets?
Have you bin enchanted by Chris?
The night puts a sock in it
Mr Kipling does make exceedingly good poems
Is it a bird, is it a plane? No! It's SUPERDAVE!
Ouch! OOh! Ughh! It's last gasp Canada Kat
For whom the bell curves, a pack of twenty from Titus
Bubba blesses us with a curse
Jinksy is stardust, she is golden, see her shine
Et en fin c'est Nuts pour fruits, je crois
And here's mine.
Dog day Sunday.
harmony of sorts
a gospel choir of thoughts.
Life’s breath, yes,
but laboured, shallow, scarred.
I see, I hear, I fear,
full moons and jet planes,
darkness on the borders.
A beat, yes,
squeezed tight, tighter.
I tread these mind graves
softly, the hour short,
but not yet up, not yet out.
Life’s Clock ticks still,
perhaps Chances left,
extra time, injury time,
to fight fire with fire,
and live life, with love.