Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

serious.stroll

whiteowl
sunday whirl: wordle 227
photo: white owl, autobon society

with winter wings
naked clarity stalks

searing silent echoes
lurking anamnesis whistles

a red river flies
flowing fast and free

wary world floating
a want walks away

towards the open plains
inside the wind blows

small writings….. staring out an open winter window, an image stood clearly of one room full of adventure as if  taking a leisure stroll through one’s life in a snapshot.

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Big Tent Poetry, CafeWriting, short story, the bistro

voodoo child

big tent poetry monday prompt this week offers a wordle of wonder
cafe writing – the bistro, do you believe in magic, option 2 poetry

hung around his neck  a tinkling sound of seashells and the roar of tsunami splashed wet at his feet. his cupped hands dripping with honey, the bees stayed too. come he motions, his words prancing in a chorus line of thundering hoofs, i’ll not wait forever. shoeless she wanders awake in a world of alice. his cheshire smile remains sincere while her thirst resurfaced in the ash pit of frozen fire longing for heat. who could tell the connection he held with gentleness as he roped her in.

listening to some great music, jimi hendrix always always brings it on….

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3WW, short story

disconnected tangle

three word wednesday: abuse, cramp, hatred …not wanting to bite the bad i took a rabbit hole journey…. photo: JamieMcC. flickr

we wander awhile not in conversation
the cramp of consciousness clouds our cover

when where who would come whistling abuse
the single sound shaping imperceptible tracks

doubled over with a cramp he starts shaking his legs
opportunity stumbling she hopped in a hatred hating hurry

determined he caught her free fleeing shadow first
tying her wind to an antsy anchor waiting to be found

cramp forgotten wipes his heroic hands
he smiled at her dubious dharma delinquent

we wishfully went to wander yoked and harnessed
singing single hits from the late 50’s

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Poetry, POW

uninvited

rallentanda, POW prompt 4: write a poem in response to David Blackwells feet beneath the table, 1956

receiving not the
fickle post, the
wayward invitation
never intending to arrive

undecidedly decided
the unexpected guest
casually appeared

absentmindedly
forgetting her feet
the white shoes visibility
incited a scene

interrupting their cozy
amused her, theirs faces
a deadpan delight
and serving cold tea
made strange
a simple intrusion

mumbling close
they pretended her gone
sitting sorta on the outside
she downright decided
she’d wait awhile
for a good cup of tea

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Haiku, OneSingleImpression, Poetry

off course

one single impression: reign
photo: queen of hearts

there’s something wicked
that drives a queen crazy
two hands firmly fixed

behind the wheel whacky
powerful potent pill
eyes glazed and gleeful

staring straight ahead
she surrenders to no one
raving radical autocrat

bumper banging brawl
horn honking hysteria
fists raising terror

queen of hearts
wonderland lost
she searches sovereignty

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