now i’m here
not there
big sky blue
floating nomadic clouds
clattering cacophony
just across the street
love comes with me
pacified and packed
now i’m here
not there
big sky blue
floating nomadic clouds
clattering cacophony
just across the street
love comes with me
pacified and packed
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.
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
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
haiku heights day 19 challenge no 77 bold
photo: leaf, daveford, flickr
west winds already
untethered breeze running swift
fall’s leaves gathering
cascading downward
submitting to the season
scarce a whisper caught
blue sky disappear
steel gray purple blue shadows
passers by winged clouds