sunday whirl, wordle

footprints

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sunday whirl: wordle 184

free falling from the blue sky her feet touch earth. barely audible only the birds appear to notice.

wearing her favorite dress with thirteen red poppies and a frivolous decision to wear summer sandals, the journey took a toll, there was a slight unforeseen tear.

her earthbound roots forever etched to her soul at times called out with little rest. strange how the root now ancient and gnarled still spoke with strength pulling her in a direction her literary heart was bound to.

carrying the heavy parcel her journey was soon to end once she delivered the grateful package.

with speedy recovery the words gathered in a whirlwind thanked her in apocalyptic sincerity knowing what was unknown to her.

in the midst of the wind whispering moments pass leaving faded few sprinkled inklings of her mortal epilogue.

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Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

engage.wordle142

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just behind the quiet clouds
with feather floating finery
peers a morning moon spare and white

spacious in sound a whisper dismounts
settling softly nearby in open might
as a gentle man’s touch splashdown caress

distracted by ornamental open skies
the beckoning blues silently slip away
visceral expect not disappointment’s flickering light

dream driving west
struck by the stirring
so simple a soliloquy
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sunday whirl  wordle 142

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water wedged

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i was thinking of a way to fly
with fine feathered wings

so clear the blue sky out there
where the wild wind nuzzles

untroubled and racing
a deluge of dreams deliver

sweet and kind, life jacket weary
life turned over baking the other side

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one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood

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Haiku, haiku my heart, Journal, napowrimo 2011, Poetry

haiku my heart.the sky is open

rebecca’s friday recuerda mi corazon [haiku my heart]
my every day life journal day 6, page 6
day 1 napowrimo 2011
photo: tanya puntti, flickr

White flower against blue sky

panoramic view
lucid light blue naked skies
whisper wanting wind

yesterday.  it is good to let the mind loose to wander and relax. without distraction observe the day passing. looking outward it is late afternoon and the sky is starting to sway toward sunset. now comes the quiet just before the wings of a large bird appears bringing the night with a trail of stars dangling from golden threads. this here is where i stopped. to consider my wanting. to hear the spirit wind talking. he shares his wisdom.

napowrimo 2011. today is day 1 of 31 days of poems. this has always been an amazing experience and look forward to participating in this year’s celebration as well.

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