Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Saturday, April 24, 2010

~ I'm Back

Stepping back into the flow
Screw asking for directions...
The mind negotiates the winding thoughts
Deep questions and longing
Mingle with appointments and grocery lists

The eyes close
Stillness blankets me as I focus
The ebb and flow of ideas massages the anxiety...
I'm back

For 3WW: ebb, negotiate, random

:) Been away for quite awhile.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

~ Blockage ~

Writer's Block © Adam Lyon

Ideas in decay
The mind riots against walls
To free graceful words

Decaying esteem
Begs for graceful flow of thoughts
Rioting in write
© Bobbie Sandlin
~ guessed it LOL. I'm having issues. Feeling stupid anytime I write anything down.
Inspired by 3WW: Decay, Graceful, Riot

~ Feast for All ~

If Moon Came to Dinner © Leah@Creative_Every_Day

The sky painted black with splashes of novas
Like the splashes of wine from our glasses
With the twinkle of stars, God's sprinkles of salt
Flavors dreams that are dreamt by the masses

We open our minds, imagination shall dance
Hand in hand, we keep time with every step
To the chorus of heartbeats and our minds in sync
Celestial ballroom, moon lit - the tables set

Fine china of Promise, like treasured porcelain
Holds knowledge and lessons - food for thought
We taste both the bitter, the succulent and sweet
Become full with the wisdom we've sought

We hold up our drinks in an ethereal toast
For our differences, glasses clank - yet none shatter
Guest list: Everyone, young or old, weak or fit
It's in our stories, we learn what really matters
© Bobbie Sandlin
Inspired by Sunday Scribbling's Fantasy Dinner Party.
It's out there, but when I found that picture, it just took off from there.

*Pfft...this is what I get for not reading...well I read it but the question being...was I paying attention lol! So..I was only supposed to invite seven to this dinner party. Interpret that as seven at a time or tables of seven. There are so many people both living and dead I'd love to meet.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

~ My Choosing

Surely as the fireflies dance amongst moonbeams
on a sultry summer evening, I am captured in your
emerald eyes. Paradox windows beckon me, as
your pain hints and sparkles. Your voice...
a swords' edge, so sharp. You test me with riddles
and innuendo, cutting me in discipline...

I tip-toe in sweet nothing's verses, shallow...
so meaningless, and you smile. I dare not jinx
this moment by speaking my love. My heart
inside out I as ache to admit my truth to you,
offer you the infinity within. Our dance, your
verbal leprosy. I give you what you demand,
I break. You toy at my heart, discounting
it's worth. You play the chords. My soul
strings vibrating in twisted, agonizing melodies
until snapped. Curly debris, qualifies as
a tangled lesson...

Surely as the sparrows sing amongst the morning
rays of the sun at dawn, I choose...
walking away from you.

© Bobbie Sandlin

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

~ Demented Notes ~

Play demented
On ivory keys

Out of tune
Sharp and flat
Empty notes

No resemblance
Of the music
It once was

Hammered against
Diseased strings

Beautiful ebony
Grand stature

Poor souls
Daring to listen
© Bobbie Sandlin
Inspired by Heads or Tails: Note

~ NEW (acrostic) ~

Now it's imperative to change for the better, believe in yourself.
Energy spent trying to change enemies - just live by example.
What a new peace we could find if we just love and lift each other up.
© Bobbie Sandlin

For Sunday Scribblings: New.
Playing with American Sentences, with a dash of Acrostic.

Monday, August 10, 2009

~ Ocean ~

A world of salty liquid incubating life's diversity.
Many species, some yet to be discovered, swim and dance in her depths.
The bloodstream and life force is flowing currents of temperature extremes.
Her heartbeat is captured in the symphony of whale and dolphin songs.
Their sweet melodies vibrate and bounce across her rocky cavities.
She's cold and crushing at her deepest, yet her mystery comes alive.
In her deepness live the rule breakers, so delicate and luminous.
Her inner fire and anger agitates as she transforms through time.
Inner strength, inner shell, much of which no man will ever see or touch.
Victims of explorations, undiscovered secrets we've yet to find.
Her body heat fuels life's tempests, but she'll take the wind out of your sails.
Her pulse is the schools of life that migrate and toothed warriors on patrol.
Wisdom she's acquired is shared by the great sage of the sea, the whale.
She talks to us in the rolls of the waves, kisses us with salty spray.
Her heavenly body beckons the moon who tunes her tides without fail.
Taking the notion, waves lap at your feet...warm, wet sand between your toes.
Edge of something huge...connected...this continent, you, and the ocean.
© Bobbie Sandlin

One Single Impression: Ocean Tried something a little different. This is in American Sentence style, though not perfect lol. 17 syllables per line. It took a while with it, but this was fun.

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