Haiku, Journal, Poetry

dripping gray

what’s the weather like? dripping gray
everyday journal. day three. page three.

starting and stopping
writing and erasing
cleaning summer’s dust.

over at writer’s island this week’s prompt is emerge. also posted is a unique painting that is worthy of a peek. the painting reminds me a lot of salvador dali. always enjoyed the world he created outside of normal, hopelessly planted on earth by a wonderful passion for his wife.

widespread the wonder
summer goes gone fast
autumn burst forth in vibrant
yellow, orange, brown and red

beholdable clarity proclaim
who hears the transition blowing
blossoming shivering cold
the beauty of change

spring’s leaves languish
forgettable fresh green fading
slow burnt yellow curl falling
a mesmerizing cascading curtain

soon the limbs and branches
their thoughts exposed as
autumn air firmly plants her seed
in and amongst the way

heed the spirit tree
who surrenders to rest
his eyes will close
his breath slow and
soon the sister of silence
takes the lead
drawing out the white snow
unfolding winter’s coat

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Big Tent Poetry, gong poetry

day 4. covered

big tent poetry gong poetry day 4 new to you. today i picked toni morrison, unlike any other. a beautiful author in all sorts of ways… for me it all started when i read her book beloved… new to me, her latest entitled jazz. a small excerpt and a line that sorta just stuck out…

“breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together never mind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher’s palm asking for witnesses in His name’s sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old-time love” , dip poetry lounge

a lovely place survives
where two can go to be
a simple sharing sigh

they tell no one
never make plans
their desire uncovered

not a bother
smooth as soft
a sweet knowing familiar

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Big Tent Poetry, gong poetry, Poetry

day 3.soaring

over at big tent poetry there’s a new ongoing prompt called gong poetry and we’re in day 3 of 7. new to you is pick a poet that’s new, pick a line and write… or something very close to that…

today i pick lorine neidecker. another new poet who writes with a way that woos me close.. the poem i picked doesn’t have a title, and is very small and buoyant so i included it in today’s post…the link for more poems and info is attached to her name.

In moonlight lies
the river passing—
it’s not quiet
and it’s not laughing.

I’m not young
and I’m not free
but I’ve a house of my own
by a willow tree.

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there’s a young willow tree
gaining strength growing tall
just outside my window

tough little tree beginning to
conceive a small crowd of
drooping fluttering branches that
sway so readily when the
wispy winds of autumn appear

another year passes and i only
notice because of the shadow
from the young willow tree
growing tall just outside my window

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Poetry

day 2.floating

day 2. poetry gong. new to you. go to big tent poetry and read all about it.

a BOAT beneath a sunny sky, lewis carroll. one of my favorite writers, is the author of this wonderful acrostic poem. It is also the first line of the poem of which I am using as my first line. there is so much wonder in carroll’s poem have always been fascinated by his ode to alice, his wife… though i wanted to attempt an acrostic there just wasn’t enough time. day 2 and enjoying every minute of it.

a boat beneath a sunny sky
liaison lazy along  the sea
now a gentle breeze
adieu destination bound

the waves lap lightly
tending the way
while none occupants notice
the direction nor care

they sit and stare
touch and sigh
enjoy the sway and song

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