Those moments

The 100 year dream by Ms. Kriss

Those moments of lightly tumbling
in the darkness of my room, after
reading a page or a chapter given to me
from someone else's thoughts, those moments
after the light is out and I have reached
for the cat to soothingly connect her
dreamworld with my own coming from
that mysterious place where dreams hide,
those moments so precious to be in living
human form that slides between realms— when
I wonder if I will be warm, too warm during
the night, or dead, too dead to know when 
morning comes, —when the difference between
life and death is muted by the consolation
of my comforter, the utter silence outside,
the softness of Willow's fur against my skin, —
when my breathing no longer belongs to me
and I no longer create or direct my thoughts,
—when images come that delight me and
almost take me into their stories, but are
sent away by frightful horrors and I know I
can obliterate them if only I will, and I watch
from somewhere now far away as a warrior
emerges, —when the warrior now has power
over those moments, determining swift victory,
then deep sleep, or entry into a nightmare world
or, worse, re-entry into the cycle of
those moments . . .



Happy New Year, everyone! May 2014 give you many marvelous moments Awake! and may your dreams come true for you this year.
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Friday Flash 55 — Pet Thoughts at New Years

Enough Already! by Anji Johnston

My expression says, Ho-hum,

this year is now over. —

But my insides are all jumpy

(same thing’s true for Rover).


Loud noises make us grumpy

and scare us out of our wits.

So, be your pets' heroes

wearing cool New Year outfits:


Please close all the windows —

feed us soothing treats...Oh yum!

My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.

Visit G-Man and his Mr. Knowitall community for more weekly 55s.

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Combo: FormForAll and Friday Flash 55 -- Old Moon, New Year

It happened in the moonlight by Catrin Welz-Stein

Old Moon, New Year

He waits by moon’s light ever crescent;
another year sizzles, then fades.

For hundreds of years he has tended
the gold key in his vintage hands.

Fire cones dance in a jeweled sky;
a crystal ball drops in Times Square.

Auld Lang Syne is the saddest of songs
for the guard of a captive moon.

                                                  MLydiaM ~ December 2011


At dVerse Poets Pub, Gay Reiser Cannon is hosting FormForAll--Couplets for the New Year. What an enchanting, instructional, and fascinating post she wrote about couplets in various forms. I am grateful on a regular basis to D'Team at dVerse for the remarkable professionalism and personal creativity and care each member gives to the different writing prompts there. What a treat it is to think of a new year full of discovery via dVerse Poets Pub!

Ms. Cannon, in her essay about couplets, described a couplet form I had never heard of before--the form I selected to try here--Crystallines. This is an excerpt: Crystallines are small poems, limited to 17 syllables, whose primary focus appears to be to match the Japanese clarity of image with the English harmony of sound. It was inspired by the Haiku and like the haiku it may be at its best when written in present tense. Any reference that can place the verse in context much like the Japanese kigo (season) or kidai (symbolic seasonal reference) is recommended.

She gave several examples of Crystallines including a Crystalline Sequence, in which each stanza in the longer piece is a Crystalline, i.e. 17 syllables.  So, I wondered, can I compose a Crystalline Sequence comprised of 55 words to satisfy the requirement for a Flash Fiction 55 (works of fiction in 55 words)?
Well, I did it.......but I will never ever admit how many hours it took!

Links to more of this week's FF55s 

are at Mr. KnowItAll, the G-Man.

 Visit FormForAll--Couplets for the New Year 

to read couplets written by other poets at dVerse.

Have a Safe and Happy New Year. 

I am looking forward to another year of blogging with all of you.

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thought for a new year

Growth by Marrwho Hasati

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

~Anais Nin

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new year, new decade

For last year's words belong to last year's language.  And next year's words await another voice.  And to make an end is to make a beginning.  ~ T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"

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