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A pair of urns, thrown against the belly bark skin of a tree
and busted. The fruit hanging above, pointing down
in double-edged swords, falls like icicles around the collection of shards
lying at the base of the tree. When you eat this fruit,
you walk away with a belly full of knives that
jostle as you walk, points reaching forth and bearing edges
that split open your gut to reveal you
as a naked, muscled skeleton underneath. Who told you
that you were naked?
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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withdrawn into silence – I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.
This triptych poem was written for this week’s Totally Optional Prompt, which is “expectations”. Though I am not Catholic, I have long been fascinated by the story behind the Virgin of Guadalupe (known as Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe or Virgen de Guadalupe, and where I work, I have seen several depictions of this apparition of Mary in artwork, which inspired me to write this poem. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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| yellow roses | in the desert | December’s surprise |
| I take them | mockeries of | common sense |
| from this hill | a frozen desert dream | is shattered |
| her imprint | burned in | my back |
| in cloth | a sudden, shining miracle | carries her testimony |
| sings her Gift | an embrace | hotter than ten million suns |
| Madre de Dios | Madre de Dios | Madre de Dios |
Written 11/11/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
This was written for the Simply Snickers prompt this week – write a poem with the words “day” and “discover”. I chose a tanka. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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day after rainstorm
trees destroyed, branches broken
the rains missed a rose
I discover it, upright
defiant to the storm’s winds
Written 6/22/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
This was written for two of this week’s Writer’s Island prompts (Coercion and Awakening) and was inspired by this post on The Diva Muse’s Blog (allthingsbootylicious.com) as well as experiences from my own adolescence. I wrote this in a hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Roses
don’t open
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