the dance…

her serpentine dance
is as old
as time itself
sequinned moves
tracing my lines
in the sand
tempting all
who behold
just as i
tempted eve
casting a spell
of desire
for passion so deep
the soul aches
to its core
begging for more
the eyes
cannot turn away
the dance
my trance
can lead one
to a fever
cooled not even
by the words
of god
moses knew this
and lifted me up
in the desert
but even
could not
lift man up
my trance
and man
to crawl

This poem represents my first response to  the third challenge series between Jade and I.  This challenge is somewhat different in that the prompt is now an audio prompt.  Each poet provides the other with five instrumental songs (so that the song’s words do not interefere with the poet’s) from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her first response which can be found here.  This challenge was contrived by Jade so if you’re tired of our challenges…this one’s on her. 😉

pandor’s jar…

Image by Toni Cross

as usual
missed the point
of what the gods
had said
it was
a jar
a box
nor do we know
whether it was the scent
apple blossoms
that tempted her
to open the it
but open it
she did
and into the world
poured the foul smells
of hate
and war
shaped as pools of tears
spinning beneath the jar
whirling into all times
a milkyway fear
and remorse
so she grasped the lid
and trapped hope within
and hid the jar
for fear
of what else
was within
but hope
was all that was left
and to this day
it remains within the jar
if we could
but find the jar
hope could be freed
and we
could be
as we
were meant
to be
of life’s

My friend Toni Cross presented a challenge to me today…’write a poem for this photo of mine’…I of course sent her one of my photos with the same challenge…above you find her photo and my poem.