And so we have August, collected now, released into the unseen collection of cyber traps and speeding meteors. Enjoy.
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My crystal ball sits dark,
Collects dust.
I am afraid to look.
The marmalade cat purrs,
Wraps a paw around my neck.
Rain falls on truth.
C.J. Prince
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He squints, checks
The archeology of her face.
She turns her head
Into the shadow
Of a blue striped umbrella,
Sips her martini.
He reaches for her jeweled hand.
They both know,
This future can’t happen.
What’s the difference
between a soul and a ghost?
C.J. Prince
Copyright 2013
Almost finished with August, so one more to come, Dear Ones.
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Black wolf comes on dark wings,
Just as I stumble into the abyss
Of deep sleep,
The shadow side
Where no angels flutter.
You show me the truth.
I do not remember.
C.J. Prince
©2013
Before the end of November, I shall post the poems of August.
What if you stick your head
Outside the universe
Where no hibiscus blooms?
You might discover something.
But you retreat into the abyss
And blend in with zombies.
You are stifled by fear.
Only an angel can save you.
C.J. Prince
©2013
When the Mask Falters
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Her face is rain on tissue paper
Begging for neutrality.
She cannot block the tears.
C.J. Prince
©2013
While some yearn for desert, I am content near water, a lake, a bay, an ocean, a waterfall. Water soothes the essence of my soul.
The lake, chronic gray in winter,
Grabs a platter of sky,
Stretches a skin as smooth
As sunset on a virgin’s thigh.
C.J. Prince
©2013
Unexpected moments reveal poetry. Common occurrences hold equal magic when pen dips to paper.
An eye for an eye.
My blue meets your brown.
You pluck it, a glass orb
Rolls, a simple marble
In your palm.
Wind flickers the gaping gouge
In your face.
Do you cease to see?
Or do you see within?
C.J. Prince
©2013
August was National Postcard Poetry Month and ever so much fun to meet the challenge of writing and mailing a postcard every day. However, many things have occurred in my life and I have not had time to finish posting the month’s accumulation. I’ll get a few up today.
She walks alone to the ocean,
Sea mist on her cheeks.
Alone, past the hedge,
Winding through ice plants
On rolling sand dunes.
She walks alone as rain falls
On soft white sand,
Alone with her memories
At the end of the lane.
C.J. Prince
©2013
Ice plant growing on a sand dune.
Catching up on my August poems which scattered in the dust of midsummer madness. Thanks for staying tuned.
Greek Muses
You get an invitation from the Muse.
A poem a day?
Piece of cake.
The Word Queen herself is at your side.
Rock the stanzas.
Let it rip.
You did not count on your beloved’s
Sudden surgery, hospital days,
Waiting and waiting for diagnosis.
And then the words you can’t spell.
Writing a poem a day is not a piece of cake.
It is a lifeline to sanity.
C.J. Prince
©2013
On her second honeymoon,
she wished the sun wasn’t round,
wasn’t untouchable.
She begged the storyteller
but it was forbidden.
She rubbed sage on her breasts,
chanted to the full moon,
sat full lotus at lake’s edge.
Would she find bliss when he left?
Meteors streak the sky.
C.J. Prince
©2013
Bellingham, WA
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