Amputated Moon

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Archive for January, 2010

Disrobed

January 25th, 2010 | Category: My Poetry

Demopolis, Alabama

 

ah, the sky laid bare

her ermine coat

gathered around her feet

 

her beauty—strong and simple

floods the river

until it overflows its banks

 

Pamela Olson, 1/25/2010

 

For One Single Impression’s

prompt, “sunny days”

 

Photo – Demopolis, Alabama

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Simply Peace

January 24th, 2010 | Category: My Poetry, Tanka and Haiku

Mirror pond

a kiss on your cheek

silvered surface of the pond

peace rests within you

 

Pamela Olson, 1/24/2010

 

For Haiku Bones’ prompt,

“peace”

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Winter Dreams

January 17th, 2010 | Category: My Poetry

Fall 2

winter dreams arrive

passing through deep chaos

streaming along cold currents

compelled by rushing energy

 

here is the dream of the daughter

a room with a bed and an old woman

the daughter takes the woman into her arms

holding her:     holding her

 

here is the dream of the mother

a young woman stands before her

the mother presses her hand

softly on the young woman’s chest

 

night after night these dreams arrive

chaos contained in visions

winter nights are still and deep

filled with long hours for dreams and healing

 

Pamela Olson, 1/17/2010

 

For One Single Impression’s

prompt, “chaos”

Photo from Creative Commons Free Pictures

by thespeak

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Trembling

January 12th, 2010 | Category: My Poetry, Tanka and Haiku

leaf in palm

in my open palm

rests the fallen leaf:  trembling

freedom begins now

 

Pamela Olson, 1/12/10

 

For Haiku Bones’ prompt,

“trembling”

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I Have Fished the Sound

January 07th, 2010 | Category: My Poetry

Suquamish-400x300

I have fished the Sound

the boat rocking along the waves

driven northward by surface currents

with dogfish caught on my line

while salmon glide away

 

I have fished the Sound

drawing the rough-bodied sharks

up and out of the water

my fingers linger on their skin

fins splayed like wings

 

I have no use for dogfish

so I cut them loose

take out the hook

set them free

into the gray saltwater

 

I have fished the Sound

with the ferries sounding their passage

and the tugs pulling flat boats of logs

safely into port

 

I have fished the Sound

 

Pamela Olson, 1/7/2010

 

For One Single Impression’s prompt,

“wings”

 

 

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