A Line at a Time #22 - THE RESULTS

Everything I thought I knew has now left me...

Where am I? What am I waking to?
They waited below and they called to me; some with encouragement, others with derision.

Do you think you'll be able to put any weight on that other foot?

Broken, alone, and wandering. . .

THE CONTRIBUTORS:

Everything I thought I knew has now left me... (Jim Bronyaur, www.twitter.com/jimbronyaur)
Where am I? What am I waking to? (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)


They waited below and they called to me; some with encouragement, others with derision. (Mo Joria)


Do you think you'll be able to put any weight on that other foot? (Claudette Young, http://claudsy.wordpress.com)


Broken, alone, and wandering. . . (Rebecca Besser, www.rebeccabesser.com)

A Line at a Time 21 - THE RESULTS!

Where did you go?

We never figured, "I'll just leave my jacket out here, so it won't get crud on it," would be Andy's last words

While we sang by the fence in the snow

I waited in the wind for you, but you never came

When I turned my head

You left your soul....I feel it, your heart.....come heal it

They say he didn't have a chance because the weather turned

THE CONTRIBUTORS:


We did you go? (Jim Bronyaur, www.twitter.com/jimbronyaur)


We never figured, "I'll just leave my jacket out here, so it won't get crud on it," would be Andy's last words (Monica Marier, http://twitter.com/lil_monmon)






While we sang by the fence in the snow (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com)






I waited in the wind for you, but you never came (Katrina DeLallo, http://twitter.com/CrafterCat)






When I turned my head (Rebecca Besser, www.rebeccabesser.com)






You left your soul....I feel it, your heart.....come heal it (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)






They say he didn't have a chance because the weather turned (Claudette J. Young, http://claudsy.wordpress.com)

A Line at a Time (alaat) #20 - THE RESULTS!

The lost are lost... the broken are broken... all may be gone

But look in the cracks, look through the slats

The passing of time cracks and erodes

The ghosts are still here, and they have long memories

Peel back the layers, open the shutters that hold the pain

(Wendy blinked back tears as she gazed at the crumbling hacienda; she was going to fucking KILL her realtor)

Once this was my home - it holds my memories still

As the door glides wide....my heart will smile....at the beauty within

The dead-orange paint pulled back like bedsheets in my hands

Yes imprints of our passing flow as breezes across time

But memories are forever held - inside our walls

 

 

The contributors:

 

The lost are lost... the broken are broken... all may be gone (Jim Bronyaur, www.twitter.com/jimbronyaur)

But look in the cracks, look through the slats (Jeanne Baldwin)

The passing of time cracks and erodes (Rebecca Besser, www.rebeccabesser.com)

The ghosts are still here, and they have long memories (Maria Kelly, www.twitter.com/mkelly317)

Peel back the layers, open the shutters that hold the pain (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com  )

Wendy blinked back tears as she gazed at the crumbling hacienda; she was going to fucking KILL her realtor (Monica Marier. http://monicamarier.blogspot.com/)

Once this was my home - it holds my memories still (Tessa Conte, http://www.tessasblurb.blogspot.com)

As the door glides wide....my heart will smile....at the beauty within (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)

The dead-orange paint pulled back like bedsheets in my hands (Kaston Griffin, www.akashio.wordpress.com)

Yes imprints of our passing flow as breezes across time (Claudette J. Young, http://www.claudsy.wordpress.com)

But memories are forever held - inside our walls (Cari Main)

A Line at a Time (alaat) #19 - THE RESULTS!

Fill the life, the glass, the lies... In temptation you drink and swallow the bitterness Floating on illusions What's your pleasure - half full, half empty, doubles are on special The reflection of tears and moments gone by Erase the heartbreak in his eyes Sweet lies tricking from your treacherous lips

THE CONTRIBUTORS: Fill the life, the glass, the lies... (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski) In temptation you drink and swallow the bitterness (Michelle Dennis Evans, michelledevans.blogspot.com) Floating on illusions (Rebecca Besser, www.rebeccabesser.com) What's your pleasure - half full, half empty, doubles are on special (cari Main) The reflection of tears and moments gone by (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) Erase the heartbreak in his eyes (Katrina DeLallo,www.kdelallo.webs.com) Sweet lies tricking from your treacherous lips (Maria Kelly, www.twitter.com/mkelly317)

A Line at a Time #18 - THE RESULTS!

Thick scribes of time and name etched forever My name has been covered and you've "moved on" to another The cutting started simply, but then I needed to see their names Layers of lives, each hidden by the next Everyone I've ever known is carved into my skin Words come, words go, words to endure, words to cherish Words surround us; floating past. Some forgotten, many too-long remembered. Forming the script of our lives. A blending of people, a meshing of fate

THE CONTRIBUTORS: Thick scribes of time and name etched forever (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski) My name has been covered and you've "moved on" to another (Cari Main) The cutting started simply, but then I needed to see their names (Mahalia Solages, http://stores.lulu.com/mahalias) Layers of lives, each hidden by the next (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) Everyone I've ever known is carved into my skin (Angel Zapata, http://arageofangel.blogspot.com/) Words come, words go, words to endure, words to cherish (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) Words surround us; floating past. Some forgotten, many too-long remembered. Forming the script of our lives. (Cindy Antene, cindy4books@ameritech.net) A blending of people, a meshing of fate (Rebecca Besser, www.rebeccabesser.com)

A Line at a Time (#alaat) #17 - THE RESULTS!

Death awaits in a rusted field No longer useful or needed Rows and rows and rows and rows all churned I trudge through the freshly plowed fields knowing there is much work left for these tired old bones to do The tractor would rust and eventually decay, but she feared the memories never would Not yet ready to be put out to pasture...bitter irony prevails After Ma died, Pa couldn't bring himself to even work the fields; "What's the point?" he asked no one in particular Silent and cold until the heartbeat of Spring green shoots of life will be born anew in spring's splendor...

THE CONTRIBUTORS: Death awaits in a rusted field (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski) No longer useful or needed (Rebecca Besser) Rows and rows and rows and rows all churned (Michelle Dennis Evans http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) I trudge through the freshly plowed fields knowing there is much work left for these tired old bones to do (Linda Boulanger, www.LindaBoulanger.com) The tractor would rust and eventually decay, but she feared the memories never would (Emily Matthew (http://twitter.com/ImaylimE) Not yet ready to be put out to pasture...bitter irony prevails (Chris Janzen, http://absolutely--positive.blogspot.com/) After Ma died, Pa couldn't bring himself to even work the fields; "What's the point?" he asked no one in particular (Michael J. Solender, http://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/) Silent and cold until the heartbeat of Spring (Cari Main) green shoots of life will be born anew in spring's splendor... (Maria Kelly, www.twitter.com/mkelly317)

A Line at a Time #16 - The Results!

Clouds chasing faith, all that awaits - a green field cries. . .

Dark and dreary....a steeple reaches heights unknown

Green fields surround hope as the clouds of doubt cluster

A grace-filled canopy covers our lives---waiting to be recognized---wanted...

In the darkness there may lie something greater

THE CONTRIBUTORS:

Clouds chasing faith, all that awaits - a green field cries. . . (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)

Dark and dreary....a steeple reaches heights unknown (Cynthia A. Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)

Green fields surround hope as the clouds of doubt cluster. (Aubrie Dionne, http://www.authoraubrie.com)

A grace-filled canopy covers our lives---waiting to be recognized---wanted...(Cindy Antene cindy4books@ameritech.net)

In the darkness there may lie something greater (Jack Roth, http://twitter.com/jack_roth)

A Line at a Time #15 (#alaat) - The Results!

With time comes life

With air we breathe... with love we grow

Enhanced by sunshine, reflective and subtle

A heavy, gun-metal gray door led him into the courtyard with the other inmates where for the first time in weeks he felt the sun on his face and drank in the scent of the newly blooming apple trees, just over the fence and out of his reach

Bathed in sunshine and warmth

A fragile, fleeting beauty; powerful in possibilities.

THE CONTRIBUTORS:

With time comes life (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)

With air we breathe... with love we grow (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)

Enhanced by sunshine, reflective and subtle (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot)

A heavy, gun-metal gray door led him into the courtyard with the other inmates where for the first time in weeks he felt the sun on his face and drank in the scent of the newly blooming apple trees, just over the fence and out of his reach. (Michael J. Solenderhttp://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/)

Bathed in sunshine and warmth (Rebecca Besser)

A fragile, fleeting beauty; powerful in possibilities. (Cindy Antene cindy4books@ameritech.net)

A Line at a Time (#alaat) #14 - the results!

It's the magic that's waiting, the mystery, the hope. . . the chance The key is my wish to unlock myself Unlock and discover what's inside Take me there....where there is no danger or fear Peel back the layers; reveal the key But locked away safely disguided

THE CONTRIBUTORS: It's the magic that's waiting, the mystery, the hope. . . the chance - Jim Wisneski (www.twitter.com/wisneski) The key is my wish to unlock myself - Cari Main (ccmain@shaw.ca) Unlock and discover what's inside - Rebecca Besser (becca@rebeccabesser.com ) Take me there....where there is no danger or fear - Cynthia Schuerr (www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) Peel back the layers; reveal the key - Cindy Antene (cindy4books@ameritech.net) But locked away safely disguided - Michelle Dennis Evans (www.michelleevans.blogspot.com)

A Line at a Time #13 (#alaat) - The results!

Dry away - rust away - the swing now moves silent

A child has grown, the park is too small, the laughter is gone

Fallen leaves, sticky mud, waiting expectantly

No footprints in the murky pool of mud

Longing for squeals of childish delight

Empty seat, empty room, empty heart

THE CONTRIBUTORS: Dry away - rust away - the swing now moves silent (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski) A child has grown, the park is too small, the laughter is gone (Rebecca Besser, http://members.localnet.com/~beqabes/MyPage.html) Fallen leaves, sticky mud, waiting expectantly (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) No footprints in the murky pool of mud (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) Longing for squeals of childish delight (Cari Main, cmain@shaw.ca) Empty seat, empty room, empty heart (ganymeder, www.twitter.com/ganymeder)

A Line at a Time #alaat 12 - THE RESULTS!

There's a lady in a field, her silhouette dances with the single rose. . . waiting. . . Framed by orb's opalescent light - a beacon to the seeker Standing alone....the moonlight engulfs her...as she waits The lilies stand tall as she twirls and side steps… pausing… Old man, in the moon, your shiny, bald pate backlights Mother Earth’s beauty But below velvet petals a thorn can pierce Endless, searching, the night creeps in with a soft touch She stands, bathed in the shrouding twilight, waiting for him to arrive She has never felt so empty…so hungry The contributors: There's a lady in a field, her silhouette dances with the single rose. . . waiting. . . (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski) Framed by orb's opalescent light - a beacon to the seeker. (marisa birns, www.twitter.com/marisabirns) Standing alone....the moonlight engulfs her...as she waits (Cynthia A. Schuerr, www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) The lilies stand tall as she twirls and side steps… pausing… (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) Old man, in the moon, your shiny, bald pate backlights Mother Earth’s beauty (Deborah K Bundy, http://mistyhill.blogspot.com) But below velvet petals a thorn can pierce (Cari Main, ccmain@shaw.ca) Endless, searching, the night creeps in with a soft touch (Jack Roth, www.jackroth.wordpress.com) She stands, bathed in the shrouding twilight, waiting for him to arrive (Rebecca Besser) She has never felt so empty…so hungry (Deanna M. Schrayer, www.twitter.com/deannaschrayer)

A Line at a Time #11 - The Results

Through the eyes, the life waits - the time changes, the love becomes real Behind these walls, vision engulfs me, desire entices me Sealed within decay's monochromatic prism, life's colored fistula eternally refracted beyond his grasp. Illusion or destiny - both beckon from the greyness within Imprisoned by the past only to be freed by the beauty Light emerges, peeling the years away Timid steps from dark decay reach the bright

THE CONTRIBUTORS: Through the eyes, the life waits - the time changes, the love becomes real (www.twitter.com/wisneski) Behind these walls, vision engulfs me, desire entices me (http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) Sealed within decay's monochromatic prism, life's colored fistula eternally refracted beyond his grasp. (www.twitter.com/21stCscribe) Illusion or destiny - both beckon from the greyness within (cari main) Imprisoned by the past only to be freed by the beauty (www.twitter.com/cswriter59) Light emerges, peeling the years away (www.twitter.com/deannaschrayer) Timid steps from dark decay reach the bright (www.twitter.com/marisabirns)

A Line at a Time #10 - THE RESULTS!

Yes, the rules were changed slightly and it worked. First, the #alaat will once every two weeks. Second, the two poems will be included in the monthly issue of Soft Whispers. And three, you can just post your line on Twitter - make sure you put @wisneski before your line AND #alaat after your line. Other than that. . . ENJOY!

The lost sky of winter - calm, patient as silhouettes dance away But I am still, beneath my coat of fog and misty veil Hiding, shivering, deep amongst the shadows We breathe in the season, while awaiting the warm color of the sun The sky is held up by frozen trees She leaves us in winter; her glorious soul fades into the mist There's not enough warmth in the world Ghostly as in silhouettes

THE CONTRIBUTORS:

The lost sky of winter - calm, patient as silhouettes dance away (wisneski) But I am still, beneath my coat of fog and misty veil (ccmain@shaw.ca) Hiding, shivering, deep amongst the shadows (www.michelledevans.blogspot.com) We breathe in the season, while awaiting the warm color of the sun (www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) The sky is held up by frozen trees (carrieclevenger) She leaves us in winter; her glorious soul fades into the mist (newsfound) There's not enough warmth in the world (LaCaffeinata) Ghostly as in silhouettes (FutureNostalgic)