This was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural prompt this week. Enjoy.
-Nicole
window blinds, silent and drawn
blocking the outside world
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This was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural prompt this week. Enjoy.
-Nicole
window blinds, silent and drawn
blocking the outside world
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This was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural prompt this week. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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she gazes heavenward
frozen, arms stretched to the sky
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This American Sentence was written for the Monday Mural prompt at Poefusion. Enjoy.
-Nicole
Birds perch and peer at us, perplexed by our need to notate song in notes.
Written 7/20/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

This was written for two prompts, actually: Read Write Poem #36 (”Ekphrastic Extravaganza”) and Totally Optional Prompts (”Ghazal”). The painting is “Nanda” by Rick Mobbs and is from his blog “Mine Enemy Grows Older”. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Wordless thin lips form a short line on a sunken face -
a folded wire woman draped in yards of soft black.
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This chain of regular and reverse hay(na)ku was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural Prompt (the mural is above). Enjoy.
-Nicole
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one
night I
had a dream
I walked the
streets of
Memphis
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I wrote this hay(na)ku chain for the Monday Mural prompt from Poefusion. This week’s mural is pictured above. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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hair
pinned up
reveals blank skin
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This chained lune was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural, based on the above image. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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The old tree was dying,
her wood drying
as ancient life left her.
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This poem is for Poefusion’s Monday Mural, written as a Spenserian sonnet. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I try to decode the mysterious
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This is my response to the Monday Mural prompt at Poefusion (the image above is this week’s prompt). I chose to write this in chained lunes. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Soft sleeping Virgin,
did you fall to Earth
from your perch
on the moon
and sink into the ground
to take repose?
That moon perch
lays bowed in the sky
above sleeping eyes -
your sleeping eyes,
for us to gaze upon
in loving awe.
Dare we disturb
your quiet, entombed, lucid dreaming
to request intercession
for our frailty
as we forever unfailingly fall
and find sin?
Written 6/15/08
©2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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