Magic Knowing

Swell, swoon, swirl

My toes in Arizona...Clouds make the best sunset

Dipping
Holding her garments high
Blind meeting
Birthday gift
Christmas stocking
Magic knowing
Mind echos Yes 
On tongue's tip
Love

Midnight, New Year
First kiss
Fire place and works
Flame to ember
Steady glow
Snow and angels
Magic knowing
Sunset in her pocket
On tongue's voice
Love

© 2014 by Tammy Secord. All rights reserved.
This is a repeat of one I did...gosh almost 4 years ago. Was reminded of it by Poetry Jam's prompt of sunset. I love sunsets and if I could I would carry one in my pocket so I could look at it whenever I fancied.

The Birds and The Bees

The birds

Photo Credit

And the bees
Most definitely
Their knees

Assume
Such habits
As those dear
Little rabbits

Be fruitful and multiply

© 2014 by Tammy Secord. All rights reserved.
Inspired by birds, bees and bunnies at Poetry Jam this week.

Roomy Shell

My home
A shell
I side crawl
Defensively around
Near
Far

Memories
Stopping the door
Open
Room for more

© 2011 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

In response to Magpie Tales picture prompt this week.

Intuition

My gut

Smarter than me

Tells me so

Before I see

© 2011 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

In response to Magpie Tales picture prompt this week. Also contributing to One Stop Poetry, Free Verse poetry. My kinda thinking.

The Sled

Magpie 44

Mittons with strings
And pink colored faces
Mufflers knitted and 
Brakes prehistoric

A dray
Hauling goods
And toboggan
Luging

Standing tall
Against the wall

Mom's painting of a Christmas
Tradition: Animal's Tree

Winter playgrounds
Waiting on

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.
 
Inspired by Magpie Tales photo prompt and old memories that were also painted by my mother and posted on her folk art blog. And oddly that is the correct spelling of luging (derives from luge) according to online dictionaries. Shrug.

The Trophy

Magpie 42

High on your pedastel
Hands on your hips
Impervious to
Time slipped by
Lime light
Tarnished beauty
Basking in a memory

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

This snippet is in response to this week's Magpie Tales photo prompt.

Parables of the Brokenhearted

My shine is a little dull this morning
I'm tired of understanding
So hideous, it's stunning
I don't want to think
Of how you don't want me
Restless in my house
Our house, my house
Tossing and turning in my bed
Our bed, my bed
I sleep with the memory of you

I am the daisy
Whose petals are plucked away
As you decide if you love me
I am the tree
Whose bark you cut
To write your initials in
I am the ring you tossed
For your trophy

In the shower I lather
My face wet
I miss you
I'm sorry telling you I love you
Hurts you
I wish it made you smile
Coffee black
Sugarless
Where did it all go?
No control, spiraling
How did I lose you?

I am the daisy
Whose petals are plucked away
As you decide if you love me
The tree whose bark you cut
To write your initials in
The ring you tossed
For your trophy

I wish I made you smile
I sleep with the memory of you
My shine is a little dull

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

The prompt of One Shoot Sunday made me think of heartache and reminded me of this lyric I wrote for a friend over a year ago. It also a perfect contribution to Jingle Poetry Potluck on moods and feelings.

What do we know?

Photo prompt from Magpie Tales.

Fact or faith
What’s the difference?
Two and two are four
Is it?
What is two?

Knowing it is different
Than feeling it
I know hard
Have faith it will hurt
Feeling it lacerates
I know love is good
Have faith it is beautiful

Feeling it is euphoric

My grandmother was right
“Nobody knows”

But there is faith

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

Inspired by this week's Magpie Tales photo prompt.

These Walls...

My travel companion Mambo in Greece

These walls grow tall
Mortar of “I don’t care”
Dries slowly and hard
Covering cracks
Where light once shone through
Untouchable

Anticipating the core
Biding time
She lets down her hair
But he’s too heavy
Chisel in hand chipping away
Persistent

These walls crumble
Mortar forgotten
Rainbows resilient
Tentative stepping
In this forgotten place
Loved

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.


Inspired by Jingle Poetry's Potluck Monday. Also participating in One Shot Wednesday.

Buoy Resiling

Photo by Andy Ilachinski

I come here alone
To think
To talk to you
Walking the distance
Shouldering the storm
Each step journals
Heart’s desire break
Questions
Drops reverberate in the waves
Mine or yours?
You meet me here
Like a chowder
Knit scarf
You comfort me
Rushing to embrace me
It is what it is
Good in its being
Knowing
I resile
Buoy in the storm

© 2010 by Tammy Newman. All rights reserved.

Inspired by One Shoot Photography Challenge. I love the beach on a rainy day. Perfect time for solitude and thinking.

Fried Chicken

This cock crows
Thrice
Fatter than he is
Eating with all
Three
Chest puffed
Breast white
Titillating
Strut triumphant
Roost in this house

Inspired by this week's Magpie Tales and the conversation around me. Nothing like friends for fodder. Also tossing this hat in to One Shot Wednesday.

Magic Knowing

Swell, swoon, swirl
Dipping
Holding her garments high
Blind meeting
Birthday gift
Christmas stocking
Magic knowing
Mind echos Yes
On tongue's tip
Love

Midnight, New Year
First kiss
Fire place and works
Flame to ember
Steady glow
Snow and angels
Magic knowing
Sunset in her pocket
On tongue's voice
Love

This entry was inspired by this week's Magpie. The image invokes thoughts of a winter romance for me, which is how mine began.

Knotted

Clenched
And knotted
Racing to a goal
Reaching high
And bending further
Surprised at the distance
Beaming
Arms raised high
Pumping pumping
Almost there
Check on the bucket
It's done and doing

An ode to the business I co-own with a dear friend. We recently franchised and our first franchise location is opening in Nov. Also inspired by Theme Thursday's Knot. It feels good to be writing again. Hoping I can find more time for it.