Amputated Moon

my chest grows heavy

with yours

weighted down

calcified

while the kitten

cries in the next room

hungry to be set loose

and the sun struggles

to find its way

lost in a gray maze

this is a new morning

heavy with wrongness

bowed down in pain

when I pray

should it be for more stone

or maybe less mass

so that both of us

can be lightened

the burden of it

buries my prayers deep

in the ground

yet— this is a new morning

Pamela Olson, 8/29/08

in the small room

four stone walls and worn floor

small bed with a single blanket

one lamp on a table

a wooden straight-backed chair

leather-bound brevary– open

a bowl to wash in

pitcher full of water

one rosary

            (broken)

one life

simply

a single prayer

Pamela Olson, 8/26/08

Inspired by Journeys of Simplicity

by Philip Harnden

Strings by LadySnape09

the strings of the violin

bow-stroked

are sent shivering

dancing in their own rhythm

sine waves traveling

slower than light

passing through dimensions

pushing the quarks aside

charmed and strange

leptons ride along

colors broken apart

music is born

Pamela Olson, 8/25/08

This poem was inspired by

Monday Mural at Poefusion

lens after lens

clicks and turns

focus

unfocus

try to read the lines

letters unlinked

nonsense

no poetry in this dark room

only music heard

in soft inhalations and exhalations

whispered words of instruction

better— not better

choose one

then choose again

in the end

the lights flip on

and my blurry sight is resolved

Pamela Olson, 8/24/08

A poem inspired by the word

‘resolve’ at One Single Impression

the habit of my eyes

to glance sideways

toward your face

fleeting

then to settle

for a longer gaze

how many minutes

or hours have there been

through all these years

glimpses

sure stares

I am never bored

Pamela Olson, 8/2/08

This poem was inspired

by the words ‘bored’, ‘habit’,

and ‘settle’ at Three Word Wednesday

Photo courtesy of Alexandra

one falling red leaf

the road bends to head southward

I arrive back home

Pamela Olson, 8/18/08

A haiku for the prompt

‘homecoming’

at One Single Impression

I give you my hair

weave it into a garment

loose and flowing

flecked with the sun’s golden light

I give you my mouth

take it for sustenance

soft upon yours

filling your lips with murmurs and sighs

I give you my bones

fasten them here and there

strong and solid

reflections of my love for you

Pamela Olson, 8/13/08

Written for my husband of almost 29 years

and inspired by the prompt at Poefusion

“They want to make buttons out of my bones”

from a poem by Gregory Corso

wake me when you rise

shadow and light fall

softly on the stone stairway

bars of soft shadows

imprison me here

at the bottom of the stairs

stone cool against my feet

charm my climb

wake me when you rise

your pale light guides

me in a dark journey

across night’s map

ancient sky sojourner

when I return home

will I find light and

moondust in my hair

Pamela Olson, 8/10/08

This poem was inspired by

the prompt ‘stairways’

at One Single Impression