May 11
Once Alive
moth lost in a flame
broken wings scattered about
one lies within wax
the other shimmers in light
reminders of once warm life
Pamela Olson, 5/11/08
This was written for the prompt
“warm” at One Single Impression
No commentsMay 9
Wait With Me
find me at the foot of the dune
wind swirling around me
call to me in the deep gully
where the saguaro rises to the sun
all day the shadows shift sideways
playing tag with the heat
the ground beneath heaves and subsides
in synch with the wind’s gasps
sand dunes always in motion
stability is not an option
my book rests open against a lone stone
pages flutter like moth wings around a flame
the words will rise from the page
into the blowing wind
carried on particles of sand and grit
woven into the desert herself
I am chimera
half light, half darkness
filled with words that do not rest
wait here with me
Pamela Olson, 5/9/08
This poem was written in response to the prompt
“desert” at One Single Impression
7 commentsMay 7
Dance with the Unknown
throw cautiousness into the air
high and higher still
juggle it with maybe
one side of the same coin
how human to face the unknown
with fear and trembling
how human to suddenly throw
caution aside and leap
high and higher still
into the air
dance with maybe
and see what comes
Pamela Olson, 5/7/08
This poem was written from the prompt of
Three Word Wednesday (cautious, human,
and maybe).
5 commentsMay 5
Sentinels
They stand at the doorway to sleep
sentinels to my dreams
they always appear in threes
I think they might disappear
one at a time– deep in the darkness
at the doorway to sleep
Sleep starts and stops
the night grows heavy
I think they might appear
My dreams are unlocked
flowing in a river of thought
one at a time—deep in the darkness
Pamela Olson, 5/5/08
This poem was inspired by the prompt
6 commentsMay 4
Revealed
drink in the hot arid air
exposed to the wind
strip me bare of all façade
truth shines like a grain of sand
Pamela Olson, 5/4/08
This tanka was written for the prompt,
desert at One Single Impression
Photo courtesy of Tom Claytor
21 commentsMay 3
Portent
lonely blackbird in the sky
a single feather
slides across my line of sight
a sign of impending change
Pamela Olson, 5/3/08
This tanka was written in response to the prompt
(desert or deserted) by One Single Impression.
5 commentsApr 30
Gifts For the End of Day
claret-clear and constant;
and pull down the whispered-white clouds,
wrap them on my shoulders.
Round the stars sprinkled in the dusk,
baubles within your hand;
lay them around my narrow wrist,
a bracelet filled with light.
These gifts will be your best response
to my unsaid desires,
which lie sharp-edged between us two
in the gathering night.
Pamela Olson, 4/30/08
Emily Dickinson’s line, “Bring me the sunset in a cup”
is the prompt at Poefusion.
10 commentsApr 29
Futility
patterns carefully played out
along the shoreline
beside the rip currents
and the sea stacks
waves thrumbing
in slow bass strokes
tumbling closer toward
intentional furrows and ridges
the meaning is clear
to show you a lesson in futility
Pamela Olson, 4/29/08
This poem was written for the picture
and word prompt at Two for Tuesdays.
5 commentsApr 28
Via Negativa - Alone
for the mourning dove called
and the trees whispered within their leaves
telling of the changes to come
it was not loneliness
for we held hands as
you and I walked in the field
toward a still pond
it was not want
for what more could I have
beside home, family, friends,
food, and meaningful work
and yet the silence between us
apparent and real
the loneliness and want
cry out with each footstep
how can we be something
for each other when
we are not that for ourselves
Pamela Olson, 4/28/08
This poem was written in response to a prompt at Poefusion.
7 commentsApr 27
Azalea
one white bloom arrives
among spent-blossoms and leaves
as April departs
Pamela Olson, 4/27/08
This haiku was written for the prompt
“Flowering” at One Single Impression.
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