sunday scribblings: omen
photo: yellow gravity, lilith ecate, flickr
butterfly battery
i wish i could tell you why
when the time came to tell
but having slipped the words
seeped slowly silently
falling away from you and me
sunday scribblings: omen
photo: yellow gravity, lilith ecate, flickr
butterfly battery
i wish i could tell you why
when the time came to tell
but having slipped the words
seeped slowly silently
falling away from you and me
sunday scribblings: no 290 my backyard
in my own backyard
there is an ocean of plentitude
tides slow surge
streams of alluvion drench delight
season to season suffuse
just inside the physical fence
boundary bubble bounce
the ebb and sweeping sound
incognito serenity halcyon
swaying flowers chattering chimes
the pleasure is purely mine
enticing escape bountiful beauty
never not once the same
underneath the canopy tree
the sight of silence soothes
one single impression: river and sunday scribbling: the call
photo: jg in sf, flickr
gorilla gotcha, he comes and goes
splashing water everywhere
hairy highlights big tufts of wild
the air too full to breathe
carving a canyon course
simple stream sublime
beating arms out stretched
he hollers and roars
where does the witness go
further downstream dip
scratching tales on sandy banks
a racket of recorded reasoning
sunday whirl and sunday scribbling no 286 plan b
sensing the jostle of dawn approach
it was time to erase yesterday and
awaken today’s light
strolling sleepy towards ten windows
carelessly pushing back the closed
lucid the look outside inviting and calm
motions of morning barely one could enhance
buoyant barefoot steps help to mark the way
beneath my feet a mild meeting of a road to come
tickling a thousand hairs of happiness somewhere
a clutch a caress a remembered sea forgotten
barely blinking i heard the whisper of a wander
shop talk to travel a challenge to chat of tomorrow
suddenly i’m sitting strong black espresso and burnt wheat toast
not hardly an accident passers-by we meet
mentioning the morning and how lovely life is
curious of his wanderings i peer closer
his shoes slightly sooty leaving footprints from fire and flames
sunday scribblings: no. 273 give/gave/giving/gift and 3www: gag, maintain, omit
photo: window, rostybrandx
basking in the bright bionic beautiful
just pass the one-way rambling remedy
did the small measure pour out and over
no asking nor telling, the stirring simply started
the offering floated over the private precipice
well-meaning wanderings surfacing windows
flung wide open, heady pink heart healings
maintain and allege, shade and shift
a red gag gone, bighearted bits adrift
omit not the first line long gone by