Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 27 – “Light & Dark” #Haiku #Haibun #Tanka

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Join us for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge! This week, Light and Dark.

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Touching the stone arch,
Fingertips tracing eons;
Shadows and sun play.

The presence of ancient magic is palpable here; Nature’s slow painting of a myriad sand colors, leading back to a time unremembered by any but the fossilized souls of animals; long extinct.

Windwalker laughs as he watches sun and shade dance across time. Softly outlining the arch with reverent fingertips, he smiles, and whispers, “It is a hole of light with a side of darkness.”.

 

My writing this week is a tribute to Randy Roll. A true artist and poet, Randy’s soul now walks eternally in the canyons he loved.

Colleen’s weekly Tanka Challenge- Clouds and Spring

Join us for Colleen’s weekly Tanka Challenge. This week’s prompt words… Clouds and Spring

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Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Challenge: Help and Smile

Join us for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Challenge: Help and Smile

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WHY AREN’T YOU FAMOUS?

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Several years ago, my good friend Bruce told me that I was finally going to get to meet her mother. She was dropping by to pick up some crystals Bruce had bought for her. In case you’re wondering, I did ask Bruce if, by any chance, she had been named after a family member and she said “Yes. I have an aunt called Bruce.” Anyway – I digress. Bruce had already told me that her mum was a little ‘odd.’ She was, apparently, a psychic and had no ‘filters.’ She said whatever came into her mind and, if you didn’t like it… well, tough noogies. Being duly warned, I put Bruce’s mum out of my mind as we got on with our visit.

AND THEN, THE DOORBELL RANG.

Bruce’s mum walked in; her mouth fell open and her eyes grew large. Without even being introduced, she stared at me and said “Why aren’t you famous?”

Me, all flustered and confused; “I, I, I don’t know!”

Bruce’s mum, with a look of disappointment and a hint of disgust; “Well, you’re supposed to be.”

And that was the end of that. Bruce’s mum grabbed her crystals and left. To say that I was flabbergasted would be an understatement, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing about this confrontation. I felt embarrassed.

Embarrassed by the outburst of a crazy woman? NO. Embarrassed at myself? YES. I felt like I had been exposed. Exposed like Clark Kent would have been if the geeky glasses were ripped off and the cape waved in front of his face. “You are Superman! SUPERMAN, you idiot! What the hell are you doing, pretending to be a mild-mannered reporter?!”

You, with bated breath; “Go on! Go on! What happened next?”

NOTHING. Nothing happened. I stuffed this milestone revelation into the back of my memory, polished my geeky glasses and carried on pretending to be a mild-mannered reporter.

What happens when you keep acting a part you were never meant to play? Slowly, the threads start to unravel and you scramble to hold it all together. But it never works. In the end too many threads fray and you fall through the hole in the net you so carefully crafted.

For me, the net finally broke a year ago; almost to the day. It’s OK… it was never really MY net anyway.

Meanwhile, in an ancient box covered with spiders’ webs, there is a shiny suit and a cape that need to be dusted off.

Bruce’s mum would have been proud.

Buried, deep.

Reading other writers’ poems, I often find their creativity sparks something in me, as well. Here’s what I unearthed this morning!

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Note: OK, so having seen my lovely, foofy, unreadable font on the page (we won’t do that again, will we?), here it is in good old readable font.

BURIED, DEEP.

Trying on different lives to see what fit
I found my own skeleton buried deep
beneath a mound of costumes.
Crying, softly, as I remembered who I was;
And lifting my bones gently from their early grave,
I washed them clean and clothed them in myself.

BURIED, DEEP.

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Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday: Prompt words – Fog and Change

Join us for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday: Prompt words – Fog and Change

Great choice of words to get the little grey cells in my brain working! 😀 Thanks, Colleen! ♥

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Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

A Truer Word…

Everybody in the REAL WORLD knows that the answer to ‘the meaning of life’ is NOT really ’42.’

It’s Dragons.

One of the only comforting things about being known as a fruitloop is that I can TELL you this stupendous nugget of truth without any chance of my revelation backfiring on me.

You’ll read it, and chuckle, and mentally pat me on the head, saying “Aah! That’s alright. It’s just Wendy!” (Pat, pat, pat).

 

JUST AS THE DRAGONS KNEW YOU WOULD.

 

It’s rather freeing to be able to speak the truth, blatantly, when nobody’s really paying you any attention. That being said, I DO find it alarming that many of the lovely, precious people who read my scribblings are TOTALLY missing the point I’m attempting to share.

Simply put: LIFE = MAGIC = DRAGONS.

It couldn’t get any clearer.

Dragons existed many eons before the Universes did, and they will continue to exist long after the Universes have gone.

I gaze into the mirror, and there stands Jamnog Flax with THAT smirk on his lavender face saying “Sure we do! You just keep telling them that.”

Then he winks cheekily at me, and glitters away into thin air.

Or however thin air can be, seeing as it’s teeming with Dragons.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,”I sigh. “Send the jester to show them the way and they will all laugh and flock in the opposite direction.”

Jamnog’s grinning face reappears for a second; “Flockin’ idiots!” he winks.

Never a truer word spoken by a jester.

 

Meaning…

Seek not for meaning

In the vastness of the sky

Barren worlds of ice and fire,

For no magic thrives

Where the Dragons have not trod.

Wendy & Colleen’s Magnificent Adventure

We couldn’t believe it, but here we are last year around the same time as we are this year! Our one year anniversary of when we first met.

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And here we are this year sporting our fairy calcite pendants from the Heart Stone Chronicles: The Swamp Fairy

We have many fun plans ahead and are working on co-authoring a photography/poetry book together.

Stop by and say hello!

~Wendy and Colleen~

BEAUTY…

 

BEAUTY

 

When I see beauty,

Just the sight

Makes my stomach ache

Like a twisting knife.

Tears spring to my eyes

And my heart races,

Trying to save the vision

For sadder days.

 

If I love you,

You are pure beauty to me

I feel this way when I see your face.