tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51203369799545812962024-03-08T15:20:56.110-08:00Mysterious beginningsizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-91221964377648590432010-08-01T06:33:00.000-07:002012-11-06T13:28:00.500-08:00Sunny Pfff-hhht !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Brundled slank across the deep and emerald grass,<br />
Embrear sits up watching on a post<br />
flips onto a railing in a flash,<br />
<br />
Lattercat is snoozing on the porch<br />
when they hear a crash-<br />
Rangadaro comes yawning<br />
from the shed<br />
as all the others make a wild zephord dash.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
(Maybe this was an 'easier softer way'- but when you <i>see it happen </i><br />
<i>right before your eyes;</i> you better tell it as it is!)</div>
izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-25050699895674838642010-07-30T06:27:00.000-07:002010-07-30T06:30:43.938-07:00Flash fiction55 : Key holeIt has rings <br />
or layers of <br />
plink and plunk.<br />
<br />
Hands around a tidy,<br />
square box.<br />
Bring it down <br />
tip it : <br />
<br />
A big seed rolling, <br />
one stone sliding<br />
<br />
or, open to find<br />
a shell shaping white. <br />
<br />
Outside is striped in colors<br />
the lid stamped<br />
by a mystery face;<br />
<br />
the saving and hiding<br />
of secrets has begun.izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-15529890286459801522010-07-29T06:18:00.000-07:002012-11-06T13:31:52.978-08:00Absolutes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The tautness of hide over muscle and bone.<br />
Remember that rock solid firmness<br />
of a saddle well cinched ?<br />
slight creak of stretching leather,<br />
unyielding iron stirrups.<br />
<br />
Moss on rock could slip,<br />
bark on Pine could crumble.<br />
A bike could skid,<br />
my brother was strong when we wrestled;<br />
but the barn and horses<br />
smelled sweet.</div>
izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-63215306104705916042010-07-26T06:05:00.000-07:002010-07-26T06:18:20.075-07:00Microfiction 41,We fold ourselves <br />
upon the earth,<br />
fold as water<br />
<br />
while air is filled <br />
then pressed<br />
as Stars sharpen,deepen <br />
<br />
are we like them, yes or no ?izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-33768070455166200042010-07-23T06:14:00.000-07:002010-07-23T06:14:42.233-07:00Two stress days 55Lately I seek<br />
a swathe clearing instrument:<br />
a large scythe or maul to swing in a circle-<br />
<br />
"Get out of my way! coming through !" <br />
<br />
Sometimes I desperately want <br />
space and silence to think;<br />
" Go away-be quiet,<i> leave me be</i>" <br />
<br />
Self will and doubt<br />
are gray shores I am courting; <br />
If onlys sweep low overhead .<br />
<br />
izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-2207483466468769702010-07-19T05:37:00.000-07:002010-07-19T05:40:21.105-07:00" Say again?"Tiny bits of laughter erupting<br />
with the antics of an animal <br />
<br />
Cornmeal scattered over wood<br />
with bread crusts,<br />
<br />
reaching out a hand <br />
to stop a dusty brown sleeve<br />
from passing,<br />
<br />
the dip of a hummingbird<br />
here and gone.<br />
<br />
bubbles in ginger ale-<br />
<br />
so light<br />
and fleeting,<br />
it hardly stands repeating<br />
<br />
more fragile than a subzero snow flake<br />
<br />
that is how impossibly dry<br />
I like itizzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-74990263681364557742010-07-18T07:31:00.000-07:002010-07-18T07:31:17.338-07:00Embossed red and gold 55Extinguish !<br />
<i>Where was it ?</i><br />
<i> </i>that tall thin canister <br />
the Sunday<i> </i>I was 9 <br />
<br />
My family in the kitchen <br />
of a rented Tudor house,<br />
when my Father got burnt<br />
in a grease fire.<br />
<br />
Black smoke smeared over white walls <br />
When the yelling stopped<br />
<br />
his hand got wrapped<br />
I was shaking from images<br />
and echoes of 'Great Expectations'.izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-40029232566454496592010-07-15T08:36:00.000-07:002010-07-15T08:36:43.611-07:00Monday prisonersHoney green wraps the stone building.<br />
We have a large, teasing view<br />
as 20 watchdogs sit, listen, read. <br />
<br />
One Judge has gone back upstairs,<br />
" Your presence today, is dissolving<br />
almost a year of wait and see. Thank you-"<br />
<br />
Her banner drapes about us as<br />
Faint voices, wave along with distant footsteps;<br />
doors, open and close.<br />
<br />
In snaky curves we wind <br />
upward to an airy pyramid.<br />
Smiles and introductions sweep the paneled room.<br />
<br />
14 are questioned, <br />
7 go to seats on the other side.<br />
<br />
<i>With gratitude</i>:<br />
" You are excused." <br />
our remains are released.izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-63763658046646849182010-07-15T08:31:00.000-07:002010-07-15T08:31:32.425-07:00poetry bus: ode to : Beautiful foodWhat would you write on <br />
a body, or photo of fish <br />
<br />
Mine ? to this beautiful, smooth scaled sight<br />
fins almost filling a round, bluish dish<br />
<br />
all color and texture flow together in light<br />
with butter and lemon soon fulfilling a wish!izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-72715809380491692762010-07-06T05:46:00.000-07:002010-07-09T07:39:48.760-07:00Early 55How large? and what shape<br />
is this decision-<br />
<br />
elastic like bubblegum,<br />
or firm like muscle.<br />
<br />
More a shawl or blanket?<br />
Hard and stackable as coins. <br />
<br />
Sneaky,like a secret<br />
always hidden in a pocket<br />
<br />
or lying on a windowsill, <br />
brought out at school bus stop <br />
<br />
when will you wave goodbye ?izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-61245194072932099052010-07-04T05:49:00.000-07:002010-07-04T06:23:30.215-07:00SuddenlyIt began Saturday,with shavings <br />
of dark Chocolate,<br />
he was fascinated by the shapes<br />
that could be achieved.<br />
Curving castle walls<br />
each turret spired<br />
in a unique and<br />
unequaled way.<br />
<br />
He held them up <br />
at eye level, <br />
remembering Camelot<br />
and many waving<br />
colored flags and family shields.<br />
'The children will love this!'<br />
He set each piece<br />
carefully down along<br />
the white cliffs of frosting.<br />
Four tiers !<br />
the spiral grew<br />
outward. Rims of<br />
Himalayan mountains,<br />
staggering spires in the desert<br />
at sunset.<br />
<br />
By Monday morning<br />
the recipe tucked in a pocket,<br />
he was off to school<br />
carrying the prize<br />
ten blocks for all to see.<br />
First period<br />
the cool dark benches of<br />
Home Economics classroom,<br />
spread in front of him like a fan.<br />
He looked out at dozy<br />
children settling in,<br />
He placed mixing bowls <br />
and gleaming spoons<br />
across the counter<br />
where sunlight sharply<br />
highlighted in patches,<br />
dazzling his spectacles.<br />
<br />
"Good Morning !"<br />
He opened his arms<br />
expansively to include<br />
bodies on the fringe,<br />
" Today we have and exciting <br />
opportunity before us,"<br />
He turned to retrieve his Masterpiece,<br />
"A chance to incorporate<br />
Science, History, Art-"<br />
He never got a chance to finish,<br />
his right arm beheaded<br />
two layers, smearing <br />
frosting and yellow cake,<br />
across the green chalkboard<br />
behind his podium.izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-11626995116551949052010-07-02T05:26:00.000-07:002010-07-02T05:58:26.610-07:00fifty-five“Root ‘em and boot ‘ em out <br />
Then go find your kid gloves.” <br />
From the cellar to the attic <br />
It’s been that kind of week. <br />
<br />
“Get up off that splintery wharf <br />
and march yourself home!” <br />
(my hand on your neck) <br />
“See that crow, with beady eyes ? <br />
He can morph too- Be vigilant, <br />
he wants you dead.”izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-6448296187873809502010-01-25T12:37:00.000-08:002013-01-27T08:53:25.572-08:00Superstitions part II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is it the search for meaning and order <br />
that brought us all from Mystery of; how the world and life truly operates ?<br />
Or the need for control and power?<br />
(Always look behind: The curtain, where an old man is whirling knobs.)<br />
You can definitively say: I am not liking the role of 'housewife',in playing: House. Only: the comforting sounds of scraping food from metal pots.<br />
Are liking: The role of protector and guardian with Rin Tin Tin.<br />
Independence and interdependence.<br />
So- not: manipulation. But, action and decision.<br />
The seemingly wide gap between others and self. Being visible enough.<br />
Being heard. Having a say- at least a vote! <br />
Innocence was taken the moment your Mother told you: You are<br />
responsible for your composure, your image: that others see in public.<br />
And that others are watching!<br />
Immediately you must figure out: How things work!<br />
And: your role in this play.<br />
Maybe that was when you realized, magic probably wouldn't work.<br />
You weren't a member of: a Higher order. - the council of angels<br />
that can intercede and change outcomes.<br />
Your duty was to be a member of life's contingent; with its many<br />
groups- beginning with family. Then School. Friends, and so on.<br />
Unfortunately you cannot opt out. Even if you do not like the choices.<br />
So those of us who do not like the roles proffered, must find ways to<br />
rebel.Remove ourselves. And we did ! find another state of mind,<br />
find another state of being!<br />
There were several intermediate attempts at figuring out: What life<br />
is for- REALLY. Searching through religions. Spiritual groups.<br />
(Deciding quickly that becoming a Monk or Guru was not your role.)<br />
But you could decide what you believed. A bit from this and <br />
a piece from that. Did it set you apart ? more than make you a 'member'...<br />
After almost dying- by trying to alter reality- you came back from the edge<br />
and rearranged your priorities.You realigned yourself: in an army.<br />
Relinquished your will, to a power greater than self.<br />
(You might have done that earlier if the proper option were presented.)<br />
BIG SIGH...</div>
izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5120336979954581296.post-65402382430223857092010-01-25T12:36:00.000-08:002013-01-27T08:52:58.621-08:00Poetry Bus and humor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So brittle and light <br />
You have to be quick<br />
to reach out and grab<br />
<br />
the dry dusty sleeve<br />
of this flowing by,<br />
<br />
if you dip and you sway<br />
in a polka or waltz;<br />
<br />
in the turn of a shoulder<br />
miss the laugh of the day.<br />
<br />
Yes in life out there<br />
we need flex and pause,<br />
<br />
some tickles of silliness,<br />
and great big guffaws.</div>
izzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06379007428464069723noreply@blogger.com0