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Five Haiku for Grief
This chained haiku, though written a little late (due to a wicked case of writer’s block the last couple of weeks) was written for Read Write Word Prompt #7. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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signatures of death:
mirrors turn their reflective
faces to the walls
roses become allies
crimson, lie as sentinels
upon your still chest
blood under your skin
withdrawn into silence – I
speak in tongues of grief
while you wear mists of
the eternal, ancient lake,
I am wearing black
memories yield to
alchemy – reassemble,
and they become you
Written 1/13/09
© 2009 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Modern-Day Jeremiah In Six Sentences
This Six Sentences piece was written for the Tuesday Title prompt at Poefusion. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Listening to the color of my mind has produced blackness on my face. I look for ashes to rain down upon myself, sackcloth to wear, but find neither plentiful in this happy, sunny, articulate void called twentieth century America. The azure coasts call my name in fairy tale pixie tones, and their wonderful blues seduce my heart, but succeed only for a moment. I make my own ears go tin and turn my heart away, for I want to be Jeremiah right now, wailing requiems for liberty, beauty, passion, people, and meaning in the neon concrete temple courtyards of this North American Israel. Listening to these golden azure songs will steal my feet away from the path of lament, never to return.
Written 9/30/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Superstar
This was written for Read Write Poem prompt #44: Elegies and Rememberances. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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(for Karen Carpenter)
A.M. radio
nineteen and seventy nine
I hear you keeping time
a beat against which sonic softness and lyrical wine
were painted and sainted
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September
This was written for Read Write Poem Prompt #39: Writing for Months, Writing for Mouths. This was inspired by this speech, “Come September” given by activist and writer Arundhati Roy in 2002.
-Nicole
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crimson stains
on white petals
of fist-wide flowers
open white palms to the sky
broad, smiling, innocent
unaware that they are stained
unaware that blood has rained
upon their faces
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