just like that it was
only it wasn’t
unintended shadow it was
reflective rain rushing
new and unopened
every sound sung
yet, he continued to cleave
poet’s note: it’s always exciting to participate in poetry month.. napowrimo.. day one.. so good so far.. the poem.. everyday it’s life and death..
casting a net
the water whirled
tiny round spinning swirls
hypnotizing heat
cool shade calm
life still listening
preparation prelude
dinner dancing delight
a two step tango
soft skin whispers
the smallest of hours magic
willow tree branches sway
juncture just ahead
leftovers singing blue
savoring our soliloquy
picking up strands
gleaming the outlawed
fine point favorite pen
tale telling
recollection riot writing
a sigh surrenders the end
napowrimo day 29. inching toward day 30… though that was yesterday…
poet’s note: today is the 1st of May… a beautiful spring day… telling the tale written in words turning to see… the topics were ‘the process’ and ‘the meal’
early morning aperture
seeks a spring repartee
breeze blowing babble
open window watch
wonderful waiting
arrival soon expected
sound speak sotto voce
personal prowl
adrift along the draft
the art of flying
reality flickers below
dawning delight
moon stealing night
dreaming of nomadic trees
powder white snow falls quietly
vaccine fever virus
a pain in my arm
48 hours later i’m feeling better
napowrimo 2021 day 18. sunday whirl wordle no 499
poet’s notes: yesterday was sorta hazy and the day before feverish… first modera vaccine… okay now… feel a lot better..
watching waiting wander
cloaked in a crevice of craving
my arms make little motion
through an open window
the sea brings her salty odor
curled around a wind
summer sizzling heat
lingering wilt
beads of perspiration
clinging to my core
hunger in my heart
the gristle of time
seashell silent and
the stars roar
enchantingly ecstatic
conservation quiet
mending a missing button
the loner leaves a lot
day 13 napowrimo. MMLM wordle #236
Piece of Pie ala Mode 