Here's my November chapbook. Please enjoy.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 30

November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 30

Memories

Memories
are not carved in the bark of trees,
they are neither drawn in caves nor set in stone.
They are ships that drift into the endless sky;
fog,
      frightened by the morning breeze.

Memories
are like withering flowers
stuck between the pages of dusty books;
they are healing bruises on a weary skin;
wounds,
             turning into pallid scars.

Butterflies,
they are evanescent butterflies;
fading lines of letters to our aging selves;
burning leaves; pathways hidden in the wilds;
voices,
           echoing through darkened lanes.

...and the strings of our hearts
still remember the old melody
with the lyrics written in the sand:

when we sing, when we play,
to the seashore comes the tide of times,
and the memories are washed away...

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 29

November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 29

Paid in Full

Mercy is power:
hiding inside commercial, partly
formed into sounds comme merci.
Mercy is power.

Mercy is womanly:
stronger than it appears, only
sharper than any blade or spear.
Mercy is womanly.

Mercy comes quietly:
stepping on every fear lightly,
washing away salt from tears.
Mercy comes quietly.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 28

November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 28

He really must be a bird

He waltzes around in his swallowtail,
almost sprouting wings,

I am at his beck and call, as he smiles
and whispers some lovely things.

Graceful and cocky, with those of his kind
he easily flocks together,

in twitter he's better than two in the bushes,
he's always in high feathers.

As high as he makes them fly at our home,
once they are ruffled best;

soon there is one in his cap, and he could
have knocked me out with the rest;

in case I have any, he clips my wings,
and shrugs water off his back.

"Some things will never fly," I say,
"however loud they quack."

I leave him on the sofa, probably
wondering what I mean

when I tell him to go to bed with the chickens
and get up with roosters 
instead of me.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 27

November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 27

Narrow-hearted

I love the most the ones I know.
I don't know many.

To those few I give my love.
If I have any.

Among those few is you, and I
may sound vocal,

but there is God to love the world - 
my love is local.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 26

November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 26

Subjectivity of Freedom

(sevenling)

Free choice is not your invention,
neither is grace of forgiveness:
they are not yours to offer.

Wherever your good intentions
lead you, follow them closely:
leave me alone to suffer.
I'd rather be choice-free than choice-less.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 25

November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 25

of Earth and Plant 

Your skin is rough against my touch.
New life will still fight its way through
and offer tender malachite stalks
to lacing whips of raging sky.

New life will elbow its way through: 
you raise it well, you turn your back
to lacing lips of raging sky,
drink up the pain. New life is strong.

You raise it well, you stretch your back
towards the sun until it's down.
Drink up the rain - new life is strong.
The water seeps into the air

towards the moon until it's down;
you welcome flames of rising fire,
the water dies into the air -
alive again on waking leaves.
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Pantoum remix of "Elemental song"
http://keinerschertsich.blogspot.ru/2013/11/november-pad-chapbook-challenge-17.html