MOTHER MARS

MOTHER MARS
A character I am developing. She will observe the world from her unique vantage point.

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MUSE TO THE RESCUE

MUSE TO THE RESCUE

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Change. Can You Feel It?

Author with epiphanies
bold beliefs, a burning need
embarks upon a noble mission...
can the chronicler succeed?

Dipping quill in holy water
feelings bleed upon the page
strong opinions bubble over
leather binds them for the Age

Cycle does a turn around
joy abandons writer's heart
'progress' races unrelenting
tearing status quo apart

Desecrating Bill of Rights
freedoms heaped upon the pyre
Founding Fathers' words subverted
First Amendment in the fire

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Tabula rasa, that's my brain
as the deadline looms...
eleventh hour panic,
frantic for a spark.

Pen poised on the naked page...ah
yes, I see the light!
Story finished right on time,
rescued by my muse.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Dream


Sightless tightrope walker, suicidal impetus
teeters over shark tank on the slipp'ry wire,
free falls into trolling teeth, making scarlet splashes

Sifting through the seaweed, hopeful, rediscovered
floating in a wonder tub of effervescent tingles
bathed in honey bubbles sent from seventh heaven




I have been studying Cubism (1907-1919). Objects are broken up, analyzed and reassembled in abstract form. The object is depicted from many viewpoints. There were three branches of Cubism. Pablo Picasso was one of the founders.


This poem was prompted by
 Picasso's The Dream.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Will You?


Will you mourn when I leave this world--smile unhinged,
veneer cracking, crashing to the white, Lysol-scented linoleum?

Will you miss the sleepless nights, the thrashing turmoil ...
that dreaded phone call giving you the final update?

Will you conjure me hopeful and blushing, veiled in white,
or pained and pale in my pink polka-dotted shroud?

Will you thirst for me after I'm gone, your heart parched in the night,
or will you drink deeply from the well before I am dust?

"Will you remember me?" I whisper. Tears stain your cheeks
as you take hold of my wasted hand, reading my mind.

"I will love you forever," are the final words I hear
as I close my eyes for the last time. I smile, knowing you will.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Phoenix Sky













Rising Phoenix morning sky
found its way to camera eye
captured now for all of time
subject of my latest rhyme

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Wild Ride



Bumper car careening
little time to stop the skid,
knuckles white upon the wheel
heart thumping in my chest.

Escape a distant fantasy,
what else can I believe
with friction sparks exploding
right underneath my seat?

In one fantastic motion
the car screeches to a stop
just before it hits the wall...
I smile and thank the Lord

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Escape


Little time to make a move
stop my world from spinning upside-down,
my hands reach out
in one fantastic motion

I escape, my heart intact
as friction finds me lacking
I believe in fantasy
and distant, smiling moonbeams

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Just the Way Things Are...as it Turns Out

You're born alone...you die alone...

Heard that somewhere.

On Velvet Feet












Wicked, on velvet feet
flashes pearly whites
welcomed in for scones and tea
demolishes the china

Naani Poetry Form: Naani means an expression of one and all.
It is one of Indian’s most popular Telugu poems, consisting of 4 lines.
The lines total must be between 20 and 25 syllables. The poem is not bound to a particular subject.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

On Second Glance...

looking down upon what was
I see it all
every last bit of my life
and realize
finally
that it was good
so blindingly glorious
that I never saw it
never found it so
until now
on second glance

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Mother Mars

Please watch the youtube version of my poem, Mother Mars (also found at this blog).

Saturday, July 04, 2009


Happy Independence Day, 2009. Let's keep it that way.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Starlet

Starlet settles in the West,
west of where she left her past.
Past performance covered up;
up 'til now she's pulled it off!
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Off and on the cameras flash;
flash in pan, kliegs light the truth.
Truth? A silent casting call.
Call collect. Go home, starlet.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Aural Tapestry

Yin and yang entwine
in the fabric of my day
aural tapestry
unfolding panorama
glimpses of Eternal Life
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This poem is an example of the tanka form: 5/7/5/7/7
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Aural Tapestry copyright 2009, Jackie Marx
Photo copyright 2008, Jackie Marx
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