monday poetry train, Poetry

monday poetry train revisited. cookin’

gautami’s monday poetry train revisited makes a monday whole

bookmark baking
set at 350 degrees
apple pie crust
a brush, sugar and milk

peeling back the skin
raw to the touch
he simply said hello and
wiped the slant clean

a touch of lemon
sour sweet surprise
his kiss is kismet
who would mind a hero

the stars create
a thousand wishes wise
warm pie with ice cream
one world right and round

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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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tossing coins

thomg three word wednesday: clutch, delight, happy
photo: willow’s wednesday magpie tales mag 41
gautami’s monday poetry train revisited no 107 [i think]

it’s almost 3
the stars are screamin’ loud
laughing and sparkling
telling a comet come quick

clutching at the purpose
i was hoping for more
the shake of your head
the toss of your luggage

i  can’t shake the delight
hidden away till later
hard luck and happiness
the toss of a falling star

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transfer

it is an exciting day for monday poetry train revisited it is the 100 edition. congrats to gautami tripathy at firmly rooted ; photo: Cuba Gallery: Black and White / farm / vintage / texture, flickr

leaving a little note tucked in the sleeve of a forgotten memorable book she hugged the house and walked away.  it was after all more than enough. there were no more than a few hours left after an aeon in stasis.  searching the blue sky her eyes took in every detail acutely aware each footstep brought the disappearance closer. touching everything her fingers soon grew numb.

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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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