Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Captured

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When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
~ Ansel Adams

He sat there perfectly still;
His eyes betrayed his intentions;
They were moving – scanning and seeking.

Not yet, he told himself;
Gathering the dusk about him;
His cloak of invisibility.

He’ll be ready for them this time;
The landscape, his chapel;
The photograph, his prayer.

~Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Carrying, No License, Part Time Concealed

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I always seemed to know;
It always started with nightmares;
A wolf’s howl, a bear’s growl, a shark’s kiss;
Puppy kisses, kitten hisses, billy dances;
Scary or cute, it was a nightmare all the same.

A phobia, so illogically conceived,
That endures,
Lies dormant, waiting
For me to be with child;
Rehashing fears and unleashing terror.

What if the little one is not human?
What if he/she has fur? Claws or a beak?
What if he/she has a dorsal fin?
Hooves, they have them for sure;
Man beast or werebaby of that I am sure.

~ Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Down To The Wire

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Neck and neck they raced;
Oblivious of the track;
Wind swept – terra firma receded as
They took flight.

It was him and her, doing what they do best;
Run – from trouble, for a cause, towards an embrace;
A challenging life sprinkled with bliss;
Neither cared for the spectators

Who lay down wire after wire on the track
Determined to tally and re-tally the score
Of a gender race that spiraled out of control;
Neck and neck they forged ahead

Pausing to make sure the other was still there;
Still smiling and completely detangled from
Mankind’s wires – those two were humans
But never part of the race.

~Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Universe, Multiverse, Any Verse?

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I people watch for sport:
Entertaining enlightenment or enlightening entertainment;
The jury’s out on this one
As I project onto these people a full narrative;
Back story – their sole crime was to catch my muses fancy.

That woman there in haute couture and shabby shoes;
Glazed eyes and twitchy lips, fingers tapping nervously;
Oh wait! It’s anticipating – a smile cracked her face open;
Light flooded in and worry washed out as he hugged her;
His embrace fills in the blanks.

I came as soon as I could;
Of this I am now convinced. A universal hush descended;
“I am here for you. That’s all that matters now.”
His urgent whisper and fervent prayer is witnessed by all;
For a moment, we all bear witness.

Time unfreezes, each of us blending into the backstory of life;
Our fabric frayed – loose and fluid;
A tapestry of coincidence and observation:
Master Weaver, Grand Coordinator, Heavenly Father;
Life’s greatest mystery – may it never unravel.

~ Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

If Only

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If only I’d mastered the dance and
Fully surrendered to the ebb and flow;
Moon tides, life tsunamis and soul quakes.

Pancakes left uneaten – food no longer comforts;
Emotions scrambled like eggs – some oozing still;
Feet cast in stone – the beat of the drum is hushed.

If only I’d perfected riding the surf and
Joyously left the charted domains behind;
Moon beams, ocean’s song and heavenly bliss.

The mai tai beckons from the shore – I wave back;
Joy etched upon my face – I hear Him sing;
Soaring, rising and free falling – I tumble in His love.

~Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Lend Me Your Senses

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Mejandra came to me last night, you see;
She opened herself and let me be;
I stepped into her while she stepped into me.

Suddenly, that which chilled, propelled;
Lifted and supported – free fall surrender
And out of control purpose.

High above, alone-ness is one-ness;
To be all while accepting the finite
Limited reach of my wingspan.

Mejandra came to me last night, you see;
She opened herself and let me be;
I stepped into her while she stepped into me.

Fresh foods, fresh kills;
Nothing stale, decomposing or processed;
Sinew yielding to the force of life – enduring.

The clouds gather as the sky turns grey;
I face the wind and accept the challenge
Grateful for the lesson eagle eye brought to me.

~Meena Rose