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 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
wordvango
had my soul taken shuttered
into selfconsciousness
by a photographer dad
the lens pointed at me
through my puberty
I wonder if some civilizations
or cultures are correct
that you can capture one's soul
contain and display it
too much
now
in this time
a selfie
is extremely disturbing to me
so I search Google
Images for who I want to
be
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
I inhale fuchsia
I feel amethyst purple envelope me
I breathe out turquoise
I crave coral
I cling to royal blue
I am entranced by lilac
I let  maraschino cherry red invigorate me
I spy light spring  green
Navy sails away with me
I  get  elegantly persuaded by  classic black
every stitch
has my rapt attention
nuances take center stage
each piece
has a tale
to spin
of past encounters
while fantasies of
future engagements
shine brilliantly on teeming racks.
Looking through my walk in closet one day ( back 2006 oh how I miss it  too), this  poem  sprung to mind.I think   it is a very girly  themed poem   focused on  colors  and  plans  !When I wrote this  the actual color  mentioned  was  typed in that color.That is  not possible  on this site.
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
Encore
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
Sunshine dapples
  through
newly formed leaves
subtle breezes
stage
shadow puppet theater
all across
the neighbor's siding
to our  cozy
  room
with  a view
Everyday  happenings  are poetry. Look out your window, walk   down the street  ...life  all around you  begs for  written immortality  ,no incident  too casual .May2014
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
while
quick sprays
mist
juicy consumables
glisten  languidly
edible jewels
draw  my gaze
my hands reach out
aching for  their
***** flavors
implied feasts
dance wickedly
in my imagination
enticed by clever
marketing execs
and
the farmers
hard work
Shopping  for groceries in Randall's once  a few years back , I was  wandering through  the  produce section  when  the sound of rolling thunder   came out of nowhere .It was  dry  and warm   outside   ... I had only come in a few minutes   earlier.The misted fruit did it's job though, luring  me to buy some !
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
perched
on the  wire
just above  the  bedroom window
your midnight  cackles
are not  welcome
my tired eyes
hope for sweet release
one stray
crackle
and it’s
lights out
  bird face
Sorry to offend  PETA  or  bird watchers  , but those birds  are loud at night.
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
as though a small town
beauty pageant winner
paraded through 
local roads  
tossing sweet petals
like fist-fulls of  candy  
from her seat perched high above
this fragrant litter
purged  in layers
as the Catalpa tree
with its divinely
designed
heart-shaped leaves
plainly remains
      an organic  shade
for the neighbor's
ratty shed

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This  is  a poem I began to write  7 years ago in Massachusetts ! I realized this  tree also existed  in my  neighbor's back yard where I live now about 2 years ago  ,  a truly  delightful discovery.The shape of  this tree   was  different  and that had thrown me, in identifying it.One day  my nose was clear enough to smell the flowers on the  stepping stones on my way to the car and  the fragrance  catapulted me back to  that  big   tree  in New England.
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
see me
out here
stripped raw
thin veneer
of laughter and hope
displayed
on my every day
face

Can You
see me
stranded
next to my bed
cascades of
screaming covers
at my feet
every
night

Can You
see me
feet planted
on the solid  ground
of your love
every memory  
folded inside -
a tender caress
on
mussed  sheets
The  first  months of raw anguish, then the grieving  years  and  for  the past half decade  or so  the learning to love and live  almost normally again.
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
I stand stunned
in awe
as you
sleekly shimmer by
in a fabulous flurry
of lustrous  lapis blue  
and jubilant  jade green
not sure where you are
headed
knowing that
wherever you wind up
glamour glides  
along as a
  constant companion
They  are  like  the sparkling fairies  of the insect world aren't they ?
 Feb 2017 Mary Pear
AprilDawn
those colors
do look fabulous
on you
  that  old shack
never looked so good
arm-like branches
outstretched
with suggestive  swagger
all check me out  
my  brazen Fall foliage  
is what makes
  this dirt ditch
ramshackle  place
somebody's  shabby chic
rustic Americana  
Home
I am green eyed
with envy
as we pass
your piece of the world
that  fountain of youth
within
your  molecules
keeps
you super  cool
  a local  icon  
as long as
no one
chops you down
Local trees  got  autumnal game right  now.Coming into their own , and not to shy to  show it all off..
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