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I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

The effulgence of art prose poetry prompt

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The rose petals
flaunting a velvety Washington apple red
hang in a cerulean soup
gazing down upon a verdant desert of sand
sand reflecting fire from a slowly
setting golden orb
blowing fragrant damask rose kisses to the young lovers
idolizing the decapitated scarlet beauty
drip drop dripping her passion
syrupy with tomorrow
the naivete of yearning
levitating like a hot air balloon escaped from its tether

this rose
coming like the indelible dream
of the moon
I had when I was twelve
super, not only in size but in her wet hue
brilliant blind bouncing off the neighbors trampoline
into our yard on Dover…


Quill struck

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Dear sweet muse
I sprinkle you more than blue
so go ahead
eat the colors
sea the breeze
paint your periwinkle moon

In each and every tune
dream rainbows 🌈
and dragon songs
dip your quill in hues of wishes
and red velveteen kisses

Feel touched by your lover
the earth 🌎
the air
the sky

As your heart dances
miracles
blooming to heaven
past clouds oh so high

Let these petals
gleaming jewels
fall freely from your light

Confessing unicorn
and dragonfly wishes
through your whimsical blue-red eyes.

Ann Marie Steele

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Saturday Poetry Prompt: the crows talk too

“To hatch a crow, a black rainbow
Bent in emptiness
over emptiness
But flying” — Ted Hughes, Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow

Photo by Marek Okon on Unsplash

The crows hatch in batches

batches spawned after colorless nights — scorching nightmares spilled over into morning as I rain coal tears

tears salty, dripping velvet down my cheek in the blue hour of morning

mourning for this nightmare to morph its black feathers red again with blood

blood to tint my rainbow arching across this empty bent sky

sky bent by sunflowers — each crow perched committing colors to my mind

mind wandering

wondering when coal tears won’t rain down my cheek
after I dream of crows

crows and eternal flight

at night.

Ann Marie Steele

In response to J.D. Harms’ prompt:


Erotica Challenge

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Clinching
tight
these beads between my teeth
let me grovel
on my knees
dear Lord
recite my rosary
in your dark box.

Seeds slick between my
finger
tips
oozing my spice
in this woody confessional
let me atone
wisely
my wicked ways
you drinking my elixir
holy water
from
my crimson chalice.

Repent rapaciously
those fifty shades of blush
and horizon of hues
inked in between my parts
onto You
Yourself
and Yours
my Creator
my hardest
critic
Yes

I said hard

NIBBLE my petals
with your thorn til I rain clover
GRATE my soft cheeks
tickle my lips
with your gruff shadow
CHEW…


A prose poem

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I could pen you a sonnet
a love song, a ballad
stamp a brilliant sleeve of
lyrics atop your skin

vibrant verses bubbling ink
so psychedelic that
Juliet will spread her wings
to soar past the Milky Way

for a rendezvous on
the moon with Romeo
staking a claim like gold
on her rosy bosom before

that fatal act of
twisted fate, instead
an angel’s choir will hum lullabies
upon Juliet’s incipient child

your voice like those
hymns turn my river red
in a plague of love
your Tigris watering my Euphrates

in our garden of paradise
when you squeeze my…


Carving out a statue prose poetry prompt

~photo by author

My Ray, in basketball vernacular, is one of the big guys
That’s what other players call those who stand at least 6’8"
Go figure.

Towering an impressive 6’11" over my petite frame Ray is more than enough if you get my drift
And sometimes I just wanna climb him like a jungle gym

However, he’s not only tall but tells the best tales in the world — 
like the one when he met Michael Jordan a senior at the same school
Ray, already standing 6’6' as a sophomore, was hard to miss.

This guy tapped me on the shoulder one…


Poetry Contest: Summer Songs

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Whistle a sea breeze
as I meander
toes squishy in the sand
the sun is just a tease
eyes blinking in this bright summer land

Race, class, age, politics
nothing divides
at the beach
here for the same
to sun to surf to swim alike

From the middle-aged man so crass
donning a cherry red speedo and
the three girls parked in front of me
gossiping and giggling as he
so tan
returned to shore
getting close enough to see
the word delicious spanning his skinny ass
as he passed

The voluptuous mom tending to her toddler
bending over like a…


Skin on skin

Photo by author (pictured center) Oceanfront Park, Jacksonville, Beach FL, 2018

Trust Fall
Must Fall
Hand to hand
Face to face

Fly together
Lurching dance
Bodies coil
Connect in space

Duo partners
Acrobats
Whip and pop
And again

Acroyoga
Play together
Touching hands
Skin on skin

Trust Fall
Must Fall
Breath to breath
Heart to soul

~This piece was written a few years ago when I had a designated acroyoga partner, who also became a dear friend and taught me a lot about standing up for myself and letting my light shine. As all good things must come to an end, so did this partnership. In retrospect, to me this poem…


A love language poem

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Slip. Slide
collide as
your syntax
conjugates the
hairpin verbs
untangling
every frenzied fold
of my mind
every nook

every cranny
affirm
with words
firm
my love language
lies beneath my skin.

Sip. Swallow
my waist
with your hands
so immense
your fingers
like piano keys
Tip Tap
play
my breasts

your physical
jam is never too much
but
my beauty
blooms
beneath that touch.

Delve. Drip
sprinkle a
mirage
let me hallucinate
drown in those
pools
called pupils

string words
like seraphs
trim my mouth
so prettily parched
gloss my thirst
my love language
will
gulp it right up.


What Type of Plant Would I Be?

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If I were a rose
I’d open up and bloom
through clouds shaped like pillows
on my journey to the moon

Or an erect sunflower
seizing every star I find
playing hopscotch made of sunrays
then basking in your light

A willow
weeping wildly
on my knees on my knees
imploring ever softly
why oh why
oh why please

A yellow daisy donning hope
on my sleeve
just for you
every petal a fragrant longing
for our love tried and true

Slippery seaweed
wet and naked
luring sailors through my song
a siren witch enchanting
a mermaid lithe and long

Ann Marie Steele

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