glisten

Image: public-domain.com

sabre tooth dagger
bright killer silently waits
prey on the threshold

Rene ~ January 3, 2013

Careful out there, man

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paradox

Image ( via Magpie Tales)
Object To Be Destroyed ~ Man Ray

I often wonder
where you’ve gone
usually after
I’ve had a bit of fun

you never wait
for me, or anyone
for that matter
always on your way

noiselessly spinning
healing wounds
dispensing tinctures
making fools

in circles you are
cursed, blessed
sucked and
wasted

try as I might
you will not be
forced or
hurried

you are
what I wish for
more than anything
yet

when I have you
in my hands
all I want to do
is kill you

Rene ~ December 2, 2012

For Magpie Tales

george

Image via Magpie Tales

I always said
I’d wait for you
til the cows came home

a problem
since I live nowhere
but here

and seldom is heard
an E I E I O
outside of PS 152

but here I stay
for years
for ever and a Tuesday

through radio days
and long distance nights
I am your eternal Gibralter

your faithful
winged backed
rude world blinder

in time I may go
but today, like every day
I stand guard, ready to serve

as Gershwin melodies
crumble through windows
and walls turn to clay

Rene ~ November 25, 2012

For Magpie Tales

Glory, fading

she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair
i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic sighs
but how my heart leaps when i hear a bird call, her breath of life

she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel
i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat
i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice

she was my anchor as well as my spirited ticket to ride
how i gnawed at the tether, unaware of the life line
i hold, waiting like a child, to the end of her crimson thread

Rene ~ October 10, 2012

Trying my hand at form of poetry known as Korean Sijo
a departure for me because I’m a flighty free verse girl.

I learned of this form from my friend and fellow poet Marian at Runaway Sentence
Girl can write. I hope I’ve done the form justice.

Lastly, this is a submission for 100 Word Song, hosted by my friend and fellow writer, Lance from My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. I went over the 100 word limit by 10.
Sorry, had to be done. Mea culpa.

I’d like to take this opportunity to share a few words from Lance:

“Several months ago, I wrote a fictional short story, called Italian Radio inspired by the release of aquitted American murder suspect, Amanda Knox. Since then, the 4,500 word story has been rewritten, edited, re-edited, and is now competing against amazing writers in a context called America’s Next Author. 
Public support such as tweets, facebook shares, and of course, website votes mean a lot.
I try to entertain ya’ll here at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. 
So now, if you can, entertain me, too. 
Go here: http://www.ebookmall.com/americasnextauthor  
and / or here:http://www.ebookmall.com/author/lance-burson  
Read Italian radio, and if you like it, cast a vote for me, please.
Tell a friend or fifty.
Thank you for continuing to click here when there are so many cooler places on the internets to hang. 
Remember, I live with four women, so sharing the prize is properly out of my hands.
People are reading and reviewing and voting as I type.
They count tweets, facebook shares and written reviews on the page. 
If you promote this on the twitter use the hastag #ana2012 . 
There are enough pills to get me through this…..Please and thank you, my fellow blog pugilists.”

harbor

I will keep my eyes upon you
above all else
minding not the storm
or thirst for
light

I will open my hands to hope
waiting joyfully
for a comforting touch
gateway
to a better place

hold me
as I have held you
in the sublime
sanctuary
of the heart

Rene ~ August 2012
For Magpie Tales
Inspired by Sydney Carton
and A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Image: Under Windsor Bridge by Adolphe Valette ( via Magpie Tales)

widow in black

artwork by Jack Vettriano

           
he died in her arms
i was kissing the kids goodnight
she didn’t deserve that honor
i don’t deserve the shame
of the awful truth she hid
beneath my perfume
infidelity has a way
of entering the room silently
and then pulling the floor out
a tug here, a drag there
at first you think you’re imagining things
then Gibraltar tumbles
beware those passing fancies
my dears
they just may be the death of you
Rene ~ July 2012
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red roofs

le toits rouges ~ marc chagall 1953-54

it’s an endless space
that blessed place
of nails and prophecy

where an angry bridegroom
mourns a bride
he never knew

where a lost soul
wanders and jingles
a beggar’s purse sized heart

where kisses
soothe like wine
or sting like fire ants

where a mother
holds her son singing
safe tonight

it’s an endless space
that blessed place
of nails and prophecy

where the moon
passes over
red roofs bright

rene ~ April 2013
for The Mag