My Lighthouse Keeper

100 Word Wednesday: Week 15

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The lighthouse keeper was my first love.

Everything about his work, manner, quiet brevity of speech—and wind-blushed cheeks—fascinated me, made me tingly whenever I thought of him.

When I’d see him by “arranged happenstance”, my knees turned to jelly, just drinking in his fine mature handsomeness.

I learned that if I posed intelligent questions, I could keep him talking an hour, more.

Often I asked about astronomy, mythology, sailing, art—for he was a man formerly of the sea, who painted canvases in his leisure.

The lighthouse keeper was my only love.  His ghost comes on the fog.

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A Little Pretty Light

Three Line Tales, Week 64

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Just a little pretty light…

Not too bright, to hurt heart’s eyes…

I, you…love looks much more marvelous, muzzy…

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I Am Ancient Moans

https://amaviedecoeurentier.wordpress.com/2017/04/22/tjs-household-haiku-challenge-12/  TJ’s great prompt words are:  “Ancient” and “Moment”

I am ancient moans

Carried on spring’s perfumed air

Caught in brief moment

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Caught in brief moment

Ancient as myths, truth hard-clasped

Glimpse of lost treasure

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Glimpse of lost treasure

Heart’s gold doubloons, sand trickling

Time’s sparkled moment

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Time’s sparkled moment

Single choice fool heart would make

I am ancient moans

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Black-Sapphire Night (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 17)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-3/

“…our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?”

In static sky

Black-sapphire felt

No stars pinned in place

Wan moon a-pining

I look for lingered silken shadow

Impoverished, I’ve nothing to offer

Night so empty of everything

Vast and limitless

Without wants, needs…

Somewhere music spins

Gossamer threads

Between lovers separated

By death, distance otherwise

Passion more or minus obsession…

Silence on horizon

Souls’ script-less whispers

Longing to hear “Recuerda Me”

No fool, this heart

That I’d not follow…I know

Your ashes lie ‘neath the sea

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Portrait of Perhaps (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 10)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-5/

“…our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that is a portrait of someone important to you. It doesn’t need to focus so much on what a person looks (or looked) like, as what they are or were. If you need inspiration, here’s one of my favorite portrait poems.”

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Beneath those searing blue eyes

Which melt me, I see your scoffing smile—

You think me audacious, call the idea

Repetitive, redundant—that I should

Paint yet another word-portrait of

Artist loved only by his loyal wife, and

Faraway woman who ne’er navigated

Consistently calm waters in anything

Close to a seaworthy vessel.

Perhaps you seek to hide that you’re flattered,

Honored—reckoning my talent equal

To your acrylic canvases, woodblock prints.

Or maybe you’re annoyed, merely an off mood…

I’m too old be be frightened by your irritability;

Walked too many miles on sharp lava-rock road,

Peopled by characters you’d not have spared glance.

Bitter?  I’ve simply grown tough tortoise shell.

It amuses me to watch grown men quake

At the frown on my short frumpy-figured face.

I’ve been characterized as one who

Doesn’t take s–t from anybody—and

Where do you suppose I learned that?

Ah, I see your gaze sparkles Aegean—

Yes, you’re the man quoted as saying:

“I don’t kiss ass for anyone.”

You taught me well, Love—and never realized.

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The first 25 years I defended you fiercely,

Took humiliation’s lonely licks.

Then one day I snapped, called you an ‘ogre’,

Agreed everyone else had been right about you.

Time passed…and damn you, you died—

Left me nothing but deafening silent pain;

Alice fallen down well, mutely drowning.

Later the real, delayed grief came sudden,

Cutting through me like daggers of ice,

Tears raining pewter for weeks.

I rallied in the only way I know—

Imagination’s a potent drug, more

Effective than electroshock therapy.

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Today I look fondly—heart in full swell—

At your pensive picture…tender memories

Returned and embellished, embroidered

In rich filigree…pulsing with spring’s new life,

Revitalizing ordinary.

Words pour…in every shade and hue,

Of always forget-me-not blue.

I fill lines which may weary readers,

And care not one scintilla.

Nights, your shadow drifts ’round

The room, finally rests beside me—dreamworld

Sifting stardust, embraced protectively.

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Mirrored Mystery (NaPoWriMo-2017-Day 4)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-5/

“prompt (optional, as always). One of the most popular British works of classical music is Edward Elgar’s Enigma Variations. The “enigma” of the title is widely believed to be a hidden melody that is not actually played, but which is tucked somehow into the composition through counterpoint. Today I’d like you to take some inspiration from Elgar and write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle…”

Draped, cloaked

Fine net veil partially conceals…

Where is the truth of love?

Is it tucked between layered ruffles

Caught in trousers crease, shirt’s cuff

Does it lift raised eyebrow

Drop demure lashes

Is it combed in perfect coif…

Perhaps it’s painted

Beneath tint of cheeks, lips

Does it slide sensuous-so

‘Gainst rough 5 o’clock shadow?

Truth of love…maybe it’s

Tempered, teased by voice tone

Shyly hesitant modulation

Precisely pointed words

Touch, which misses reach

By inches—or faraway many miles

Oft’ hidden in sighs, silent half-smiles…

Truth of love

Is what we choose to see

Reflected in well, looking glass

Wavy mirrored mystery…

I’ve poured pitchers of poetry

Indigo stains on pages sent, scrapped

Terse, tearful, tender, at times theatric

For artist who once sold new Cadillacs

Still unclear to world is whether he

Who consumed my heart

Clay-footed hero with eyes, dusk-sea

Was mirage, or man of substance, breath

Enduring passion decades past death…

If imagined illusion, I’ll not

Relinquish… but cling to

E’er cherish my truth of love

Who’s now cast in bronze bust

Viewed by visitors, smattering few

Brief meaningless, their glimpse of

My silvered ethereal memories…

Man of enigmatic gaze, deeper than dusk-sea

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Recipe For Relationship (NaPoWriMo, Day 2)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-4/

“…here is our prompt (as always, optional). Today, I’d like you to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe!”

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A cup of This, pinch of That

Generous sprinkling of Somethings

10 pound sack of Laughter…

Sift together while humming

Pour over 2 liters of Tears

Drain:  half-pound of Memories

Best forgotten, and equal part

Words better unsaid

Add:  fresh Blue Sky

Jar of Rainbow Relish

Honesty, Loyalty, Loving Affirmations

Use Box of Mercy to sweeten Bitter days

Stir in 1 pound each:

Compassion’s Comfort

Encouraging Support

1/3 Cup Sage Advice,

Tempered with Permission

6 Tablespoons each:

Respect, High Regard

Season with Spice, “Occasional Surprise”

And bunches of fragrant Patience

4 gallons Faithful Prayer, melted with

Humility

Blend everything with Wisdom, well-aged

Spread evenly in large round pan

Bake in heart most passionate

Till slightly crisp

Drizzle with Secrets Shared

Garnish with handful:  Hopes, Dreams & Wishes

Serve with goblets of “Poetry” (mellow wine)

Wrap leftovers loosely in Ties that Entwine

Store in open place for space to Breathe

… Can last through changes, challenge Life will bring

Reheat with embraces, Love and “Sweet Nothings”

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