Over at Poetic Bloomings, we have been asked to locate a “line” that has gripped us and use that line as the tittle of a poem. The poetry must stem from those poems that have been shared on Poetic Bloomings and the work must be referenced. Here are today’s offerings.
No Elixir Or Rewind
By: Meena Rose
The noisy cafe grew quiet;
All eyes were upon me;
A lapse of judgment or a lapse of memory -
I will never know which.
Source: In Hand by Mike Grove
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Spirit Drumming
By: Meena Rose
She entered the hall coughing,
The smell of burned sage
Caked on her throat.
She could hardly see past
Her watery eyes;
She walked straight through.
Some had gathered in a circle;
Some just milled about;
She froze.
Her feet refused to move;
Her toes dug into the earth;
A sense of surety cementing her resolve.
Inspired by a voice unheard,
She began to dance
Steadily stomping her feet.
The Earth called to her,
The Sun encouraged her,
An Eagle screeched overhead.
Source: A Fascinator by Claudette Young
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Wonderful, Meena. Thank you for the compliment.
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i’m particularly fond of the first, Meena. Lovely.
Thank you, Misky. I am partial to the first one too.
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