Spawning Anew

painting by Daria Petrilli 

for Magpie Tales with Tess Kincaid

and

Poets United Poetry Pantry

Baring the truth

We are connected

When Mother cries

We taste tears

Birth life death

The cycle slows

Losing ground

Share the blame

Without honor

Hoping we awaken

In time to rebirth 

A balanced world

Crappie fish spawning

I Looked And Looked...

Keith Haring 

For the prompt at Magpie Tales

Visit Tess and share a poem.

To be inspired.
I waited for the art
To shout
It's message
In black and white

Angels falling
People laying dead
Within fire
Riding the cross
Was the single
Wingless one

Did the joined circles
Mean eternity
Or the ring given
Mean a holy union
It's a maze to find your way
With a pencil lead

Could it be the hopelessness
Of the human condition
Did the artist mean to imply
Even with wings we fall
I am in the dark
So I delete

Liz For Magpie Tales

Elizabeth Taylor, Set of "Giant", by Frank Worth.

For Magpie Tales with Tess Kincaid

LIZ

Twirling a lariat 

Was natural

For Liz

The heat of the dry land

Was insignificant

Beside the heat

Of this rising star

She rode horses

And others to fame

With one true love

Like oil and water

Seven men loved her

She loved them all

Short and sweet

Her passion 

And turmoil

Made her a star

And a woman

Many men 

Wanted 

To love

Gone but remembered

She 

Will

Always be

"Like a cat

On a hot tin roof"

But with diamonds

Time Lost

Magpie Tales challenges us to match words to picture.

Poetry Jam:  Backward is their creative challenge.

This is a twofer (two for one)

image by crilleb50

TIME LOST

Alone 

He sat

Wishing

To turn back time

All the clocks

Did nothing

His heart in rhythm

Tick beat tick beat tick beat

Tick beat tick beat tick beat

His heart in rhythm

Did nothing

All the clocks

To turn back time

Wishing 

He sat

Alone

The Mag, The Moth and the Lamp

The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos

Beautiful in death
She had no belief
In tales of dangerous desire
Drawn to the light
She perished by fire

Thanks for the challenge, Tess.

The Mag 183...

They realized someone had taken the message literally when they found the bodies just to the right of the sign.

photo by Steven Kelly 

Visit The Mag

Limerick in Yellow

Time again to gather your creative words

and enter them at Tess's Place, Magpie Tales.

Read the entries.  Lots of good writing going on.

Sick Woman, 1665, by Jan Steen

There was a young lady in yellow

Who fainted as she lay on her pillow

The doctor arrived

Helped her revive

Oh, what a wonderful fellow.

Mag 136 Flying Down

It's time for our weekly challenge to look at a picture and tell a story in any form that we hope will knock your socks off.  The Mag comes courtesy of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales  One rule-keep it clean.  Below is our picture challenge for this week.

Stop by The Mag and read some tales.

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

CIRCLING THE DRAIN

She lost her pants

When she bet the duck

Against the airplane

She didn’t really care

As she bared her behind

Only the ghost danced

Inviting her to test his couch

She had no choices

Since the world she knew

Was circling the drain.

The Mag 132...Big Room

Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales challenges our writing skills each week.  I can hardly wait 'til she posts on Sunday.  I love a challenge.  Sometimes I do well, other times, not so much but, oh, the fun of doing is still there.

There are few rules.  Ms Tess invites all to join.  It is a wonderful opportunity to use your writing skills and let your imagination go wild.

1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the photo to use for your post.

2) Link back to Magpie Tales from your post.

3) Sign up in the Mr. Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you've posted.

Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth

Tick Tock
Family clock
Mantle tells a tale

The room offers no resting place
The table offers food
Did Andrew paint the real life
or is this just a ruse?

Mag 124 Ophelia

Ophelia by Odilion Redon

The dysfunction of a family
Is acted out in parts
Everyone is guessing
No one know what lies within the heart.

Distrust and lies
Murder and lust
Mattered not in the end
They all returned to dust.

Some found solace in insanity
Others in death and plots
The innocent were not protected
A joyous tale it was not.

Poor insane Ophelia
was not alone
The entire bunch was crazy
To the bone.

Ophelia waits for no one
Singing away her day
The river called her softly
She obeyed.

Join in the fun at Magpie Tales.