Embrace Thomas, Yuan, Magdelene, O'Grady: Day 13: aaduna's NMP Party

Chance Meeting

The poetry of beautiful coincidence,

a mosaicked moment of the meeting of lips.

Ignited with the inspiration of watercolor whispers,

wishes where we dream in your pastel pallet.

to slow dance in your accent,

to taste the honey that drips from your intention.

Rocked to sleep in your gentle eyes.

With the best view in Venice,

my periscope has shifted.

I am starting to feel safer in this hall of mirrors.

I am starting to peek outside without the mask.

The wind of your flight path might bring you back,

where definitions will be more pronounced and

there will no longer be these only ifs and never was.

The night will split us

in half,

to see which side of the coast sinks in.

As we write this geography of want.

I will greet every piece of me

you have kissed,

hold hands with the memory,

in the window reflection

where Christmas lights twinkle in August.

Swimming in the sea of your sweet breath welcome,

I can see the shore.

© 2013 Kelly Grace Thomas 

Venice, California   

               

 

Kelly Grace Thomas (photo provided)

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Defining Situational Irony

The cat bullied by a mouse

The dead tree standing in full bloom

The gold mine snoring underground in a remote corner

The big breast suffocating its lover

The fire truck burning in flame

The optometrist becoming blind

The cooks holding a hunger strike

The hockey player scoring against his own team

The survivor dying of thirst in the sea

The patient feeling cold on a scorching summer afternoon

The greatest story never told to the world

The junklines published widely under a renowned name

The police officer murdering a witness

The wicked egoist elected as a national leader

© 2012 Changming Yuan                  

Seattle, Washington  

 

Changming Yuan (photo provided)

             

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Life

Sometimes Life is merely

walking in circles while holding one's head,

marching like a turtle

never knowing the expanse of horizon

beyond its shell

These circles are a play of fools and amateurs,

a tragic circus of laughter for one and all

amid the tune

of decadent misery and impoverished joys

Yet Life returns us to the inevitable Path

with more empathy and knowledge

than we had the day before

This is both our evolution and our birthright:

that we stand together to forge new edifices

with the ashes of golden ages

we mix with our tears.

                       

© 2012 Rhonda Olivia Magdelene    

Atlanta, Georgia      

Rhonda Olivia Magdelene (photo provided)

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Untitled

“Why does the butterfly go and

hide?”

© 2017 Sean O’Grady

Maui, Hawaii    

Sean O'Grady (photo provided)

                     

 

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