Amputated Moon

Thanks to Michelle at Poefusion for this award. It is traditional to pass it on to those blogs that provide inspiration and enjoyment. I am passing this award to the following poets/prompt sites:

The Sound of Splinters

Arem Arvinson Log

One Single Impression

Thank you for your constant inspiration.

Pam

sighs in the heavy air

sighs caught in branches

hanging down like Spanish moss

sighs draped like spiderwebs

gauzy and laden with dew

sighs wound like prey in a net

sighs among the leaves

quivering in greenness

sighs falling to the soft soil

sighs running down the trunk

trapped in the crevices

funneled toward the roots

sighs pulled upward again

locked within trunk and branches

then set free— to sigh again

Pamela Olson, 7/31/08

This poem is in response

to the Monday Mural

at Poefusion

Artwork “Mother Nature”

by alizarin at Deviant Art

This poem was awarded the

Proud Giraffe Award

by Jenn at Drawing in the Surf

The sunflower’s face

follows the sun through the day

one darkened eye bows

worshipping the earth’s cool soil

as the day turns into night

Pamela Olson, 7/27/08

This Tanka is written for the prompt

“faces” at One Single Impression

The dog got out again last night,

running the woods under a moon

scantily veiled by thin black branches.

Today we cleared the fence line,

chopping through thick green grass and

vines of midsummer growth.

Down in one corner, the dog

had spun a nest from bent grass—

woven like a blanket.

The breeze slides through the tangled bed

of sweet summer scents, stirring deep longing

and a wish to run tonight with the dog.

Pamela Olson

Image is “Companion” by Rick Mobbs

at Mine Enemy Grows Older

somewhere is a shadowed place

lost between want and need

it’s here on this map

off the paved roads

maybe up the hill—

on a pathway with jagged ruts

a little traveled one-way road

somewhere waits

just beyond that river

water flowing from nowhere

all the way to here

leaves bouncing along

like promises of

I’ll be there for you

I’ll wait until you catch up

You’ll always have me

but there you are

always disappearing into the shadows

up the road somewhere

while here I am

between nowhere and goodbye

Pamela Olson, 7/22/08

This poem was written for the title prompt,

“Somewhere Between Nowhere and Goodbye”

at Poefusion

rest me

in the dark forest

on a bed of ferns

purple-shadowed and cool

rest me

in the soft meadow

grass heads heavy

whispered lullabies

rest me

in the shallow water

at the feet of the heron

patiently waiting

rest me

in the keel of the boat

tethered against the drift

rocking— rocking

rest me

Pamela Olson, 7/20/08

This poem was written

in response to the prompt “rest”

at One Single Impression

Image is from

www.downloadfreedesktopwallpaper.net

photo by Rickydavid

day’s brightness steals my eyes

yellow like the pages of an old book

like a wedding dress worn long ago

afternoon filled with lemonade

and buttered bread

honey dripping from the sky

my eyes see in limited spectrum

uva and uvb stealing my focus

then— the sun falls beneath the horizon

night arrives with a scent of honeysuckle

the evening breeze whispers in the leaves

the shadows consume me

the cicadas continue their songs

calling desperately to one another

singing for love and life

used carapaces cling

to the oaks and pines

a story of growth left behind

the moon is empty in the sky

the stars have retreated

to some other universe

the night has descended

void in detail and color

I am stung by the splendor of sudden black

Pamela Olson, 7/17/08

This poem was written for the prompt

of Mark McCowen’s picture title

Stung by the Splendor of Sudden Black

at Poefusion.

time frozen

compressed

within a 4×6 border

the young child

stands knee-deep

in the cold lake

sunlight’s

halo in her

blonde hair

she is leaning

hand outstretched

drops of water

fall

but never

fall

the blue of summer

remains around her

in the myth of the moment

Pamela Olson, 7/15/08

This poem is in response

to “myth” at One Single Impression

Dusk slips into the room

                the guitarist gently

                plucks the strings

Silver light fills spaces

                between breath and silence

                with soft notes

Until all disappears

                except player, guitar

                and the music

Pamela Olson

(reposted for Poefusion)

The light from the far north

sung in her eyes and hair

she carried it with her

across the ocean

through Ellis Island

westward— always westward

light in her auburn curls

flecks of midnight sun

in her brown eyes

never setting once

in the long summer evenings

fjord light

she poured the light

into the Montana soil

wheat as sweet as the sun

plowed in furrows

sown with seeds

planted in the new land

she carried it with her

moon-glow, dusk dimmed

into the city

spreading it out

until it shone

in children and grandchildren

light of the north

and sun-streaked snow

fjord light

Pamela Olson, 7/8/08

This was written in response to

the prompt of “light” at

Read, Write, Poem