Spot Writers: Flash Poetry

Today’s fiction comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie, who this week delivers two poems. If you enjoy these poems, check out her TO LOVE A GRANDMOTHER poetry book (100 poems), available on Smashwords for only $1.99. You can also find three compilations of her short stories there, as well. Visit her website at the end of this posting for more information on this author. Let her know what you thought of her poems (good or bad, she’s open to critique).

 

Next week’s flash fiction will come from Jessica Degarmo, who grew up in Upstate New York and now lives with her husband, children and dog in rural Pennsylvania. When she is not writing, she is an insurance agent, the lead singer in a classic rock band, and an avid collector of gemstones. Her publishing credits include: HOW TO MEET A GUY AT THE SUPERMARKET (Night Publishing, November 2010); HOOKING UP (Night Publishing, May 2011); DECISIONS (Silver Publishing, July 2011); and THE STORM WITHIN (Night Publishing, September, 2011). Jessica’s contribution this week is an excerpt from HISTORICALLY YOURS, the second book in her Johns Creek Second Chances series. THE STORM WITHIN, the first in the series, is available now, and the second will be published later this year by Taylor Street Publishing.

 

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A Blank Canvas

I gather my tools in front of me:

paints and canvases and brushes

to paint a portrait

from a photograph of a face

I know so well

and love even more,

I discover wrinkles

and crinkles

that I did not acknowledge before

for I did not see them,

and now,

like tears and unravelling stitches

upon a worn and dulled tapestry

they seem to mock me –

rich brown age spots loom

and cryptic creases and mysterious furrows

race off to nowhere,

and I don’t know where death ends

and where life began,

And I don’t know how to proceed

for I don’t know how to draw time

and paint passing years

that disappeared with barely a breath

before I knew they were gone.

(above poem published in “Still Point Arts Quarterly,” October 2011)

 

Following the Path

He grasps my cold limp hand and I follow

into the forest so green and deep.

The cerulean ceiling lunges down

and the trees form our walls,

our barrier from the world.

I’m swept within a hollow garden

where the moss swells around us,

sticky and sweet and sickly.

Is it a miracle or a mirage?

Perhaps it’s both; perhaps it’s neither.

His warmth delves into the depths of me,

tingling my nerves and caressing my bones.

The rush is like a speeding freight train

silent in the night, yet determined,

knowing its end, aware of its surroundings.

Lost in acres of wilderness

I scan the blazing landscape from afar

amid the hush of nature’s songs.

The world is mute and nothing but

the chorus of your breath chimes with mine.

Again in the distance is that train

lumbering down the tracks to somewhere,

its roaring refrain now haunting the night.

I see the dragon breath swaying

before disappearing into the stars.

Then life is silent once more. I’m at peace

in the dark where only angels dare to tread,

dreams and nightmares quashed forever.

There’s nothing, yet there’s everything –

everything but your breath mingling with mine.

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The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

Catherine A. MacKenzie

http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

 RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

 Val Muller

http://www.valmuller.com/