Saturday, February 28, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Two Haiku Poems

BEFORE you begin reading, a quick note:  Sometimes people end up here because they are lost in  poetry bliss ... sometimes they are just looking for spare underwear. 


©Legos
Fantastic towers
Colored pieces, tons of fun
Building worlds with blocks




©Stain Drawing
Counter-top canvas
Stippled with juice and coffee
From our morning drinks



(Top photo: Brazilian kids build world's tallest Lego tower)

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: You Want to Play

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©You Want to Play
Mona Arizona
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved
  
Standing in-between the lines
waiting for you to color me,
never knowing when you'll
color outside the lines.
It would be just like you
to crawl outside of the box,
folding me in until the next time
you want to play.

So you sit in the midst of a
small clan living respectfully
until the time you spend with me,
then it's mutual respectability.
That's when things occur
that are more than alright,
passing the midnight hours at games
you want to play.

Consumed and discontent, all you want
is to see me on my hands and knees;
Miles apart, you're always
wanting what your eyes can't see.
It's only a facade of reality
until you are lying here with me
sharing detailed dreams of how
you want to play.

Reality and dreams begin to merge
in this contingent realm or desire;
never chasing shadows or looking
for thoughts lost along the way,
we're feeding the visions
dancing across the disentangled stage
as time goes by you share your favorite truth—
you want to play.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: In Your Bell Jar



©In Your Bell Jar
Mimi Wolske
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved

You spoke words that melted in my hands
There in the basement where so many surprises awaited me
So many people in the basement and then you called Intermission
My thoughts grew colors that mingled with the roots of my hair
Looking for those words of acumen
Finding the kind of love that's going to kill me
Seeing in your eyes this wasn't a lesson or some children's game
Growing flowers from a hole dug under the table of love
Naked and famous was I in your Bell jar

You were singing the song of Bernadette
Repeating flavors while lying with your icy statuette
When your balloon collapsed you called out Author Author
Never understanding why I suffered from writer's block
If luck were kind you might have found a roof
Quiet is that crack in the wall where communication fled
The octopus lovingly holds onto her wolf and pearls
You were the fluid sacristan of my embellished heart
Naked and famous was I in your Bell jar




(Abduction, 2005, Ashley Snow Macomber -- octopus and wolf)