sundaywhirl.call

the smell of a trick pawed at the tip of my tongue
brazen shape with a shine outlawed only in heaven

it was my only wish the exhilarating taste of a wayward whisper
a five point star packed with swift wings slicing through silence

the tight lipped pack unlocks a string of endless startling smiles
spare the flinch of motion this hand proclaims a purpose

queen’s cards red paint white roses whim
flattering five staring back the pet tiger growled
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sunday whirl wordle no 50

magpietales.thrznoplacelikehome

curled quietly
she yearned if only we could
submerged he sought her
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magpie tales 111
photo: parke harrison study of next 1994

ss.open

twice turning
the stars lifted their heads
seeking a shoulder
a wall with monocratic memory
holding high all that tarries
barely a spoken sentence
yet understood

would i linger just a millisecond longer held in open arms…. last night’s vision, coming home late the world was a little sleepy and peacefully quiet… a small spell of in between when all those moments we hardly notice come to light…  tired eyes focused on a western sky with an almost full moon, a soft lingering light mist encircles this small wonderful enchantment… and a warm 4 pieces left homemade apple berry pie…
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sunday scribblings 313 reflect

3ww.twice_now

privately
i wonder
where is it

miniscule
moments tearing
away horizon’s edge

restless
sounding siren
deviant dwelling drift

grasping
trivial triumphs
traveling neckbreak speed

retrieving
old records
new needle niceties

resting
rock hidden
evergreen branches blanket

nestled
neatly between
ipseity and intangible

the taste of freedom feels foreign and unforgotten. just outside a wisp of wishing near the weeping willow tree whispers. wind’s written sureties surrounded in the gale one hears the stories stilled. 

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three word wednesday: deviant, miniscule, trivial
my every day journal day 8 page 8

osi.ruminating_rest

bursting clouds of yes
posting epiphany
harmonious moon

gathering goodwill
bunches and bundles abound
shadow dancing dark

steady drops of rain
pelting pretty rooftop sounds
dry desert cool wind

splash sincerity
drip dry manifestation
small nibble to taste

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one single impression: confirmation
photo: grass texture, cubagallery,flickr

outside gray heavy storm clouds moved in overnight and buried the bluest sky. unexpectedly my early morning eye contemplates a random rain starting to fall softly, continuously. hours have passed and still the rain falls. rich with time i remain encased within a penetrating cascading curtain and the surrounding sound. steady it comes cold and wet. inside excitement tethered by winter escapes outside. hours afterwards hasn’t come home.

wwp.today

soft still freedom sounds
babbling baby bears fruit
blazing barriers

dawn quietly breaks awakening exhaustion one realizes the reality of being alive. the bombs continue nonstop. our daily routine has changed to survival. lives once held so carelessly have now changed to blood bones and please breathe. praying to our god for safety. leaving home we search for lost freedom to return. a candle burns bringing light and warmth to the darkest dark where there is no path.
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we write poems: haibun; one single impression: underground

3ww.perceptiveView

elastic dreams overdrawn desire
cancel and surrender the kismet cup
lumpish and laboriously long, the sunshine short
fifty-five feet of feelings fan the fierce frailty

considerate copies slumber close by
their cooing discretionary nudge
deciphering curious observation
a gathering of geese.. dawn’s full fertile flight
single pink slip mora stirs the quiet conscious calamity

telescopic tender wrap and woo
chanting breeze fluent in feather fluidity
widespread warmth wrapped in wonderful
sagacious story a waterfall bloom
one slender passage transparent page
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3ww: cancel, elastic, labor ….umm about two weeks ago ** note to myself** please start writing, and do not quit. and then post. yes, i know, it’s a commitment. yeah, scary and cool.