carpe diem, Haiku, Poetry

bread alone

bakery

sifting flour fine
blending bowl boundless defined
water wheat and wine

carpe diem no. 1258 daily bread

 

note to self… baking bread one must have the perfect bowl.

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Poetry, sunday whirl

1day.part10

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sunday whirl : wordle 232

there’s not much left
a small loss here
a slap that stings there
angels watching
shiver from the cold

some days pass
with little pause
counting scars
instead of stars
there’s so much to remember

love gasps at sleeps escape
desire dials a different dream
darkness snare gathers no dust

notes to self: the real dark side of family and the holidays … thank goodness all has passed…

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magpie tales, Poetry

imaginations

magpie tales no 299

fresh and new
we were there

open fields blue skies
we kissed the world hello

today a photo revives
that day that surrender

kismet we were
firmly planted

drenched in seduction
the sense of serene surround

there was you
in front of that shop

on that day
we were fresh and new

notes to self: amazing how a photo captures… regardless of time it’s there… no fooling nobody… thinking it fads… as a prairie dog lifting up its head… 

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