flagrant flogging

three word wednesday: cadence, humble, resolve

sorry, could you repeat.
resolve the idlyl interlude left imperfect and the double doors will open.
do i need a secret password?
no, step aside you’ve already taken too long. next.

seriously, i’ve stood in line for a week, i think. repeating repetition. there must be another way.
no, not really.
turning around i wondered who would defy the order and speak aloud. following a humble path was not easy. there were no instructions nor was there a list. always there is a list numbered one through ten.

seeking enlightenment in a white crowded cloud was not exactly how i thought it would end. the cadence of death and dying instantaneously was all too disconcerting.

do i really have start all over again?

spring

during the day
the prelude to dusk
the world slumbered
unnoticed by the
exchange of events

thanking the stars
she kissed the
twin of her flame
in the sunlight of
his tranquility

lifetime of love
sifted by sands
with scaled wings
and scalding fire
she rests

brought to fruitation
the spell of seasons
ignites the blue moon
amidst twilight and birth
held in the embrace
the harvest arrival

 

a thursday prompt storybook collaborative recently noted… for more stories and paintings do pass thru; photo: the kiss, rick mobbs

Seasons

one single impression no 9: flowering…
photo: pollen, bberzolla, photobucket

seeking seeds breeze bears
disembarking waiting fields
wet rains fetch gravy

gathering brown leaves
heaps of last fall piled high
cycled seasons pass

snow melting reveals
waiting young green early blooms
pallet cold cool earth

warm sunshine arrives
spreading kosmic rays of strength
new birth inhales

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mr, baseball–jackie robinson, too good to share.. interesting story….

appearing perfect
his swing met the fast curve ball
breaking old records

another day of day 29 NaPoWriMo…