Haiku, haiku my heart, Journal, napowrimo 2011, Poetry

haiku my heart.the sky is open

rebecca’s friday recuerda mi corazon [haiku my heart]
my every day life journal day 6, page 6
day 1 napowrimo 2011
photo: tanya puntti, flickr

White flower against blue sky

panoramic view
lucid light blue naked skies
whisper wanting wind

yesterday.  it is good to let the mind loose to wander and relax. without distraction observe the day passing. looking outward it is late afternoon and the sky is starting to sway toward sunset. now comes the quiet just before the wings of a large bird appears bringing the night with a trail of stars dangling from golden threads. this here is where i stopped. to consider my wanting. to hear the spirit wind talking. he shares his wisdom.

napowrimo 2011. today is day 1 of 31 days of poems. this has always been an amazing experience and look forward to participating in this year’s celebration as well.

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Journal, monday poetry train, Poetry

the sky is telling a story.working for play

what’s the weather like? snow capped mountains cold surround
everyday journal. day 4, page 4
gautami’s monday poetry train prompt no 115
photo: phillip klinger

note to daily journal. when work takes over, the effort to do anything else is almost impossible….unable to write… i wait.

D.R.F.S.B (Dangerously Red Flying Salad Bowls)

there’s hardly a moment free
caught in the trap of wanting
for nothing

wake up working
sunset comes too soon
amusement absent

sleep the deep
transported pursuit
building sand castles
sunbathing relax

transfixed
words of wonder
escape the pen
riding a bull who
bucks and stomps
snorting simple rhymes

8 seconds embrace
letters flying
skyward downward
slippery sliding
imagination

effortlessly eccentric
letters lined up
open congestion
no long empty spaces
hearty distractions

i think i just wrote
something

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Journal, magpie tales, Poetry

the sky is shedding feathers page three

what’s the weather like? white snow falling
everyday journal. day 3, page 3 [i think]
photo: magpie tales prompt no 46

sleepy eyed i peer through an early dawn window watching countless white flakes come crashing down, falling to the ground in a stark thud of lightness where no one can hear. amazing how such a roar could be so silent. the snow captures the imagination as to where and how this energy comes and goes, falling, falling…. perhaps i shall return to the warmth of blankets and recapture a dream i can no longer remember.

the picture tells the story. always leaving my gloves behind. how many pairs i’ve paid for and lost, countless.[ i like that word countless so used it again.] not caring enough to go back and retrieve. the brown leather gloves fit perfectly and kept my hands warm. someone else will enjoy them now. i can already see myself going to buy another pair.

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dripping gray

what’s the weather like? dripping gray
everyday journal. day three. page three.

starting and stopping
writing and erasing
cleaning summer’s dust.

over at writer’s island this week’s prompt is emerge. also posted is a unique painting that is worthy of a peek. the painting reminds me a lot of salvador dali. always enjoyed the world he created outside of normal, hopelessly planted on earth by a wonderful passion for his wife.

widespread the wonder
summer goes gone fast
autumn burst forth in vibrant
yellow, orange, brown and red

beholdable clarity proclaim
who hears the transition blowing
blossoming shivering cold
the beauty of change

spring’s leaves languish
forgettable fresh green fading
slow burnt yellow curl falling
a mesmerizing cascading curtain

soon the limbs and branches
their thoughts exposed as
autumn air firmly plants her seed
in and amongst the way

heed the spirit tree
who surrenders to rest
his eyes will close
his breath slow and
soon the sister of silence
takes the lead
drawing out the white snow
unfolding winter’s coat

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the sky is holding

magpie tales no 32 photo and monday poetry train revisited no 98
What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Gray….
Everyday Journal. day two, page two

already i’ve missed quite a few days from my ongoing everyday real life journal. funny how something that appeared as a new and exciting challenge slips through my hands as the sands in an hourglass. remembering dorothy, a prisoner in the bad witch’s castle, i shudder at the horror of time quickly passing…

summer breeze blows cool
around the corners
down the long narrow and wide ways
cool summer breeze comes
whispering wonders caught by
shivering leaves, swaying branches
nestled in between the unperturbed

comes fast quickly
the blowing of autumn
fickle leaves falling
turning brown from green
crunch the sound erases summer

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