Thursday, October 20, 2016

Fluent In Loss

Poetry in Politics is not new; neither is Politics in Poetry.

Abraham Lincoln said in a speech:
 "I shall adopt new views so fast as they shall appear to be true views."
“I stand as a witness to the common lot, 
"survivor of that time, that place,” wrote Anna Akhmatova in 1961.

If the twain ever meet
Will it be a 'twain wreck'?

© Fluent In Loss

Vomited secrets from the mouth
Of a river, dizzy from its whirling
Waltz, echo in Prevarication Canyon;
Will you ever forget how it goes
When you are singing the next verse?
When the house you exit will not?
When the “cats cradle” is nothing
More than tangled finger-strings?

Stacked plates made of paper
Mache in a calm, blue sky where
The finger pointing at Adam, who is
Thirsty for forgiveness in this
Thin-layered, cheap concrete world,
That locks him behind a door
Thick with the sins of the father,
Warns him not to look back.

Give me your tired, your poor laundry,
Your glasses half full of photos, and
Claim your life tastes like moths
Clinging to life after they crash and burn;
Clearly you lost Honey’s moon; you’re
Clueless so just pull the muzzle over the
Clownish Crows Cawing because the
Back of your hand brushed my doorknob.

Mimi Wolske
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(painting #1 no title by Fred Calleri and #2 Milk Run by Fred Calleri)

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Just A Place To Sleep

From the NORTH to escape the icy cold to claim the desert southwest as their winter home, the sunny place where no one bothers to shovel sunshine in the winter.

©Just A Place To Sleep

I’m hiding down here
in the vacation trenches
trying to latch onto
a piece of higher ground
(ground without the prickly,
wound-causing cacti)
and those larger avocados;
eating salted genealogy
while bits and pieces
of time slip by;
grabbing the rope of hope
immersed in chaos—it's like
a Dostoyevsky passage,
or paint on a canvas
about life in a
retiring trailer park
by surrealist Ernst,
or a magic wand
carved from wood of holly
(hooray for Hollywood);
I continue to contemplate
the possibility of
one more taco
with jalapeño sauce
and maybe one more
glass of sangria.

Mimi Wolske
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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Blood Rushes To My Head

Aristotle said that love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. A Love Poem is actually a message of love. It doesn't have to be long; when a lover makes blood rush to your head, heartfelt, honest words can be incredibly special to the person receiving them.
"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."  Victor Hugo

© Blood Rushes To My Head

Your love is my plutonium and it’s
Registered to kill as sure as
Mercury through gloves.

Your air-bending suffocates me
But it is AH!, the element of
Surprise that defeats my senses.

Mimi Wolske
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(art: Michael Carson)

Monday, October 17, 2016

Silence Sounds Like, a poem by your Tumbleweed Contessa

Rumi said something to the effect that poetry gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. 
It, poetry, plucks at your heartstrings and makes music.
Poetry goes beyond the logic of prose; there is mystery in each one, a mystery not be explained but, rather, to be admired. 

© Silence Sounds Like

Silence sounds too much like you’ll be going;
Peace preys like a wolf longing for the hunt,
Serenading mocking love fragments from the past.

Autumn songs, once hidden like stars during light,
Return to the desert after summer blends into fall,
Bring winter’s chaos as if thunder in spring’s soul.

Swimming in a Van Gogh joy and red cosmic dreams,
I never wished for your hand-me-down dreams,
Your washed-out, washed-up, rented future for one.

Hail the part-time dreamer, the full-time idiot,
The lover who came with no warnings,
Conceding to counterfeit honesty……..

Mimi Wolske
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(art: Michael_Carson_Ginger_20x30_oil_on_canvas)

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Poetry - TWINS

From one fertilized egg that contains a single set of genetic instructions, also known as a genome, did you know it is still possible for identical twins to have serious differences in their genetic makeup? Did you know some are mirror images of each other? They have the same physical features but opposite asymmetric features. If one twin is right-handed, the other twin is left handed, a twin with a birthmark on his left check will have a mirror twin with a birthmark on his right check. They can even have hair that whorls in opposite directions and opposite teeth. In more extreme cases, twins even have mirrored internal organs, such as one with a heart on the right and the co-twin with a heart on the left - even the skeletal features may be reversed.

There they were on the screen—

Shoestrings tightly interwoven,
Tree limbs reaching out like arms,
Plant roots stretching like legs

A silent comedy of entangled umbilical cords.


Mimi Wolske
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(I am not a twin, there are no twins in my family history, there still are no twins in our family.)