understanding
all is open for discussion
and dispute; my understanding
is that 

we who come together
in unison will taste
of bread covered in buttered garlic – will bond, will boldly move
through, past the falling
of Rome, past the division of Versailles

taste the reds
of distinct naming as one new
vintage, full-bodied
and paired with my

posted for d’Verse Friday Crit

what kind
of murder is this?

or was it
suicide?

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

then there I

stood upon a plain

void of plant and void of bird

til’ in the distance, a shadowed wing

appeared as slight, then stronger still

til’ stood before me crown of white

a mighty eagle 

wings black, black as night…

within

 his talon clutched a twig

of needles green and long, a pine

and dropping it upon the ground

it multiplied before my eyes, leaving forest

where plain once stood

leaving eagle screeching long then longer

  calling to the silence of the wood

calling out

 a woodland people,

 tall and dark; a woodland people

strong and good; a woodland people

calling them from their Mother

from this portal of the earth

til’  sending out a primal cry, giving thanks for this their birth

sending forth a small child bearing

with the blessed twig

in hand

 and laying it down before the eagle

giving homage to the eagle

as his wings took to  flight and left the land

 flying high above the clouds

looking down he blessed his people

sending waters, and the rain,

sending too the mighty bison and the seasons

cold and warm

then disappeared into the horizon

 christening the Dakota Nation

born

bkmackenzie

2010

Note:  On this piece I would appreciate feedback – because sometimes my ear may hear it different from the reader…I plan here to write a series in tribute to my ancestors…so I want to get it right…thanks everyone..bkm

as

one stone cut

another laid, recorded by

 both eye and limb… in

new times roman

chiseled round – the

 words

“trace these stones we’ve

walked upon”-

as september claims, now calms my soul

I took one breath – as one could be found

then listened further to the stone

“ write of those here, and those past,

etched in the heart

of blood and land, go now…

raise the dead – call them, Stand!!

 with only pen and ink

in hand”…..

bkmackenzie

2010

take a walk with me through – through word and space

untitled places where I rest

 within the boundries now and past

and dine on lines

the fates have cast…me

a soul bled, 

bleeding still;  giving 

what this heart weeps give,

til’ the end 

 each breath scribed

blessing this ..what is

my life….

bkmackenzie

2010

She walked into the bathroom only to discover he had left his toothbrush on the sculptured ceramic shelf.  Thinking for one moment that she should run  to the window and try to catch him before he drove out of the drive, she held it in her hand and thought better of it. Then listened to the whine of his Porsche as it drove away.  Taking a second look at it she became aware of the color of its handle, it was a magnificent gold almost transparent brown like the color of his Brazilian skin which she had the pleasure of knowing the night before.  With it still in her  grasp she sat on the edge of the king size bed still unmade from their sleep and recalled the question he had asked her through his naughty Portuguese accent.

“Tell me my love, when did you first fall in love with auto-racing?’

She answered rather quickly and if she had heard this question many times, “Well let me tell you my love, that it was when I was a very little girl and watched a movie.  A French film called, A Man and a Woman.   Do you know it?” 

“Yes, very well.” he replied. “Very, well.”

That is when she  sat up in bed and lit a cigarette looking down at him and began humming the films theme song bearing the same name. He looked up at her with his large brown eyes and smiled in approval.

“You know you should not smoke, it is very bad for you,” as if she was going to really listen to him because he was so beautiful.

“I know that, and I also know, my love, that you are a race car driver and I am but a woman who adores racing and handsome race car drivers in that order.     And… and tomorrow you will be on your way to the next the track and I… I my love will be praying only victory and the best for you.”

The time had slipped away and realizing  that  was last night and this was this a new day, she stood up with confidence and walked to the bathroom placing the golden brown toothbrush next to hers in the brush holder.  Then looked in the mirror and thanked God she was a woman, and thanked God for the passion of racing and once again began humming to herself.

bkm