Poetry Update -- Thoughts at the Threshold
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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.


VCW
2007

Finding You


Back to back, we hold each other up
Against the odds, our love
Dreaming faces taking chase
I know you're out there
Somewhere
Moody, blue and gazing at the moon
To catch a glimpse of me

I glamorize the moon on high
Then pull it down to ground
The vision of your face
Unscathed
By memories that only work backwards


© Vera Charline Wareham
    March 2007
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
    March 2007

On this page are a few poems that I wrote this year.

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

Vist her blog at 
Roswila's Dream & Poetry Realm

Link doesn't work for you? Try cut and paste 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

Barn stall holds spotlight
Man-size white owl spreads his wings
My wired package squirms

***


Dreamku 2007

three tattered pieces
a puzzle shuffled to fit
spells H-O-M-E 

***


Haiku 2007

Hidden, she watches
Through rain-drenched walls of wild vines
Wolf-dogs eyes and hers

(I think that this should have been a tanka,
and I am goinging to rewrite it as such soon.) 

***


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?



© Vera Charline Wareham
    March 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
    March 2007
Poetry Update -- Thoughts at the Threshold
The poems that I have written this year are based on images or feelings from recent dreams. It seems fitting then that I should mention Dreamku and the friend that has developed this new form of Haiku related verse, Patricia Kelly aka Roswila.