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See Saw

In an abandoned playground

a seesaw slams into the dirt.

Dust from the pounding smokes,

swirls into images of a bunny.

Having the life squeezed out,

it is held by adoring arms.

Constant squeezing.

Loved to death.

Smiles are rubbed on the soft wrinkles

between the neck and shoulder.

Tiny hands pat my back in reassurance,

everything is going to be alright.

© Vera Charline Wareham

2007

Shadow Thief

A silken claw slides across my chest and molests me;

It digs deep to rip my heart out by its roots.

My voice chokes as I stop the murder,

Strangling the wrist of the hand that violates me.

A desperate arm-wrestle freezes in the sweat of cardiac arrest;

My hands tremble, holding back the dark thrusting fingers.

Stretching from the floor at the side of my bed,

A shadow rises, towers over me, smothers my sleep.

When I open my eyes, I see the faceless ghost of my killer

Melt back into the vampire book on the rug.

© Vera Charline Wareham

2007

Medicine Show Barker

Revoked. Repulsed. Renewed. Reviewed.

I bring to you, fellow travelers

through this troubled time we live in

a potion strong and good to bring

all manner of things

you've only

dreamed.

Just dip your fancy feather quill

into this bottle I show here

and the readers of your magic words

will come and buy what 'ere you sell

and pay just what they're told.

It heals your body and your mind

don't think about your soul.

Your soul is saved, once you agree

to buy the medicine I deal.

It is a skill I have with wills.

I offer freely to you all

no matter what the cost or loss

Your words will charge

admission.

© Vera Charline Wareham

July 2007

On this page are a few poems that I wrote in 2007.

I also tried my pen in Dreamku, which is a new form of Haiku that my friend Patricia Grace Kelly is establishing as a dream study tool.

Vist her blog at

Roswila's Dream & Poetry Realm

Link doesn't work for you?

Try cut and paste address below. http://roswila-dreamspoetry.blogspot.com/

I received this note from Patricia in a personal email I would like to share with my viewers:

"I'd also like to add that I've been invited to make a presentation about Dreamku at the September PsiberDreaming & The Creative Arts conference of The International Association for the Study of Dreams. (Watch my dreams and poetry blog for details as they become available.) In addition, I'm planning to start a dreamku group blog in the fall. A group blog is one that those who join can post to, and make and receive comments on."

Dreamku 2007

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barn stall holds spotlight

man-size white owl spreads his wings

my wired package squirms

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three tattered pieces

a puzzle shuffled to fit

spells H-O-M-E

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I fear for us both

don't go, evil is out there

black winged angels fly

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answers do not come

when the wind asks "who are you?"

waves erase my art

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dangerous coast cliffs

joining the Americas

she jumps between rocks

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in his lunch bowl

two live fish flop; one chirps

he pets it with his fork

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I also like to use Tanka as a tool for studying my dreams. Two extra lines can make a difference.

Dream Tanka 2007

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lights will not turn on

answers are a spark away

something eludes me

stiff fingers search for switches

my shadow moves on the wall

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grey hair down her back

she turns in music box dance

doll arms lift above

the blunt wood carved face of one

unfinished voodoo Barbie

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in a midday nap

a dog roams between

wrecked tractor trucks

I wake for the noontime news

dejavu blinks to red lights

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pumped into a cup

cream from her breast won't mix

like oil and water

the two swirl separately

too warm to be natural

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I pull a large worm

from a small hole in my thigh

flesh rolls inside out

tentacles move on both ends

it crystallizes and breaks

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All Prose on this Page

2007

Turning Into Ash

How can I know to even dream such horror?

An explosion

Trees blaze into ash as a moment ruptures

People walking, burst into flames

Burning before they can even scream

With only the gnashing of their skeletal teeth

Essence of their body's nerves set in motion

Creaking as they pop in faint repetitious movement

Descending into ashes and sticky black goo

Hands bound to each other as they stop twitching

With one last slow fall to the ground

How can I know to even dream such horror?

2007