alliteration, napowrimo 2021, Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

18.adrift

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..



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alliteration, MLMM, Poetry, wordle

13.so.much.more

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

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minelovemisery's menagerie, napowrimo 2011, Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

11.game.changer

tame 2day
shiny and soft
starting still
morning chime caress
the warm sun sings

5 o’clock shadow
lame and loaded
day ending dynamite
sunsetting pearl

tethered to a testimonial
erotic simmering pocket rocks
the smoke gets in my eyes
contact collide

wrap around my heart
loose change jingle
a new found fortune
11 days and counting


Day 11 NAPOWRIMO
Sunday Whirl Wordle 498
2021 April PAD Challenge prime number poem
MMLM Sunday Writing Prompt, Freedom

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Poetry

8.stability

walking down streets
midnight to morning

the coolness and quiet
comfort the calamity

sometimes there’s a break
where all becomes unraveled

streetlights stop humming
and sidewalks lose their way

comfortable comfort
step starting soliloquy

i’m gonna keep going

poets note: each day the grief subsides and shimmers… she becomes farther and farther as she steps away… yet she’s not left at all.


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