Amputated Moon

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

see the clouds dance

sculpted by air currents

change is their constant

still the waves move

changing– always changing

but their essence remains

always the dunes move

shifting with the wind

but sand is still sand

we are gathered as sisters

together– yet separate

four hearts but only one purpose

Pamela Olson, 8/7/08

This poem was inspired

by Rick Mobbs’ painting

at Mine Enemy Grows Older

the wings were twisted

delicate and fine as

your silver hair

locked in amber

carefree

untouched by time’s passing

will you decant this for me

chase the meaning of the words

shout the words aloud

oh taste the ambered wonder

feel the trembling timber of trapped wings

while we drink of time’s sweet honey

Pamela Olson, 8/6/08

This poem is a response

to the jigsaw challenge

at Poets Who Blog

fossilized brushstrokes

not even a sage can read

the ancient story

Pamela Olson, 8/5/08

This haiku was written

from the prompt,

“Brushstrokes and Sage”

at Poefusion

sit in the meadow

beside the yellow daisy

contemplate her splendor

descend into her goodness

drink her nectar

refresh yourself

summer is brief

soon the snow will fall

Pamela Olson, 8/4/08

This poem was written

for Monday Mural

at Poefusion

folly has risen

a deep shadow

dim and dank

constant confusion

truth rests hidden

in a labyrinth

made of half-lies

and almost-truths

follow its light

strong but distant

listen for the beacon’s

ringing call

Pamela Olson, 8/3/08

This senryu/haiku

hybrid series was written

for the prompt “Folly”

at One Single Impression

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