Tag Archives: poetry

Colors. No Colors.

Posted on August 25, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Surely I don’t need to expound… Just follow the sounds and let the words punctuate both your brain and the page. Reds. Greens. (Red, White and Blue.) Black. Brown. Yellow. White. We attribute so much to colors, don’t we? And … Continue reading →

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Back In Under

Posted on August 23, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

The repetition of screeching to a halt but slamming into old familiar walls. I keep searching beyond curtains and grey matter, wading through muck and marrow, colliding with mammals whose mouths are ribbon striped dusty caverns, exquisitely shaped by wind … Continue reading →

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It Doesn’t Matter

Posted on August 22, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Does my human value decrease because I have only 14 Facebook friends? Do I need 1,400 before my words make a difference to someone? My heart still beats amongst the multitudes, My eyes still see and send a message to … Continue reading →

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What I really love

Posted on August 22, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

I recently got on LinkedIn and added a Summary and an Interests section. What I really wanted to put on there was this: Love the sound of bells chiming, rain, dogs playing and kittens meowing.Love the smell of flowers in … Continue reading →

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The Gazelle and the Moody River

Posted on August 18, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

She had hair the color of Rye Whiskey and her eyes were moody rivers fortified by storms. He was a gazelle in a clown suit with a tempest on his knee. He bounded in, she rose up and together with … Continue reading →

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Too Clever To Be Caught

Posted on August 18, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

I yield, she is a formidable foe. Her slender hands proffer a paper crown for the brow of my spinning silly head. I often find her lurking in crowded rooms where sinister social circles giggle and hiss. I spy her … Continue reading →

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Omnipotent Need (and its screaming)

Posted on August 17, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

The sorrow always comes in your leaving and the rage comes when I have you yet life still is an empty damp box on someone’s doorstep. That stripped and stained mattress of yours and the garbage that glares at me … Continue reading →

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others might see

Posted on August 13, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

In the glaring light of day we parcel out upon the world our blame and condemnations, our envy and frustrations, our Herculean efforts to be strong. In the deepest shadows of night we offer to God our hopes and fears, … Continue reading →

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yearning

Posted on August 13, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

My heart, fragile as a laser carved eggshell, still beats. Beautiful, i know it is, yet taken for granted and only appreciated when it pounds against my chest or breaks. Why must I live this life I have chosen, indeed … Continue reading →

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Spirit Upon Dust

Posted on August 8, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

We draw lines in the sand and pretend we have created something. The Creator blew Spirit upon the dust and clay of this land and we awakened into sight and sound and sensation. That is, if you believe the tale. … Continue reading →

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