back there when i said yes
really yes without reservation
there was no ambiguity

no need to probe the tomorrows
ticking transmitters echoing back
who speak of repulsive modus vivendi

sky blue was the beguiling color
clear and conscious he was as always
assuring the way forward no turnaround debate

and then when he laid bare
that exiled indifference, that malevolent look
he wasn’t even aware of the snitch

there was no next day wake up
first morning kismet kiss
breakfast brunch served my beloved

revolving written revelation
dreamy devoted dilemma
i can still see animus

defecting disappearance before he returned
sudden scrawny starved love slipped away
still raw was the gift walkaway

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sunday scribbling-2: no 4 waiting for a gift
three word Wednesday: malevolent, probe, repulsive

3WW, Poetry, SundayScribbling2

2nd_day.no2

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magpie tales, Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

pickup.magpie

balloons 1

savor the softness of rain
one drop rooted to another
caressing the cares
beneath a dry blue sky eruption

black colored crows colloquy
loud laughter lounges
passersby peek out polite
backseat driver butterfly

baby girl exiguous
scarce the heat of another
delicate desire buried mist
last drop love parched lips

waiting wind wanders weightless
vegetation velocity
sticky stories planted firm
blame a bunch of balloons

footpath approaching
wide open wishes
backyard roaring thunder
a million drops wet explosion

his strength turns my square round
our dark cell dungeon delights
neutral shadows move along
eroded errors engine roar

starting brand new weather
clear calm coming home
shiny diamond ring religion
we still don’t know the way

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sunday whirl: wordle number 119; magpie tales no 179

…when i saw this photo my immediate reaction was to smile… .i could not help but to remember a ride similar to this…

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magpie tales, Poetry

outside.magpietales

charlestondoor-1

i still have a dream
smokefree fire burning
belly deep desire

standing still the sky is calling
on a clear day forever blue
aviator adrift passing perfect clouds

remembering and forgetting
pasting and taping
curiosity cutting for a cure

light with love
wingspan surreal
catching the current

one size suitcase ready
small inconsequential items only
no heavy weight withdrawals

it’s easy now
i still have a dream
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magpie tales: no 172, photo–Charleston Farmhouse Door

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Haiku, Poetry, sunday whirl, SundayScribblings

ss.outpost

Wind Sock Photo

inherit winds
blue believability
shifting deeper dim

umbrella blue mist
gracious gloom hovering hum
stray cloud stew and stir

childhood charm shifts
underneath umbrella warm
tied to thunder bolts

wet shoes excuses
stand still splash display
vowed voice uttering

become light joined jolt
driving west freeway folly
nearing night complete

storm clouds have moved in…. gone are the calm bluest of blue cloudless skies offering warmth and renewal… replaced by rainbow gray puffy fast moving clouds and then again i look and see streaming wispy clouds…. constant change…. find myself driving a lot lately…. east a-ways then heading west a-ways.. while driving hands on the wheel looking out beyond the clear windshield the clouds speak as they quickly pass… 

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one single impression no 242: free. sunday whirl wordle 78: umbrella, deeper, inherit, excuses, stand, become, thunder, childhood, joined, vowed, shifts, light;
photo: windsock, cubagallery, flickr

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haiku my heart, Poetry

recuerda mi corazon. skimming water

rebecca’s friday recuerda mi corazon [haiku my heart]
photo: bluesky, cubagallery, flickr

Blue Sky

with a little poke
push forward

strong stir of sorts
soft and simple

arousal unwind
unrestrained wander

slippery stillness
uncoil the knot

swayed by stars
crashing chimera

calming cacophony
comes the eerie echo

a time blows by
when we weren’t watching

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Poetry, WritersIsland

hitch hiking

writer’s island saturday prompt no 6 beguile
photo: ADoseofShipBoy’s, flickr

Confetti

coming up for air
gulp the coolness
thin and light

clears the cobwebs
covering the corners
diluted and dusty

far from here there
is a highway stretching
out clawing its way

needing a ride one
hitches along with
another who goes

finding feet resting
quiet abstraction blooms
and breathes

mobile marvelous mutuality
we ponder peacefully
the weather of where we are

he points at the sky he points
at him and smiles innocently
at the brightness of the blue

solidarity symbiosis we are
with little notice he disengages
in an enlightened ebbing wind

that untangles a waterfall
of colorful confetti
falling fantastically

translucence awakening
deep the soundless sleep
never wakes so swiftly

feet fired up
the highway opens
gulping gurgles

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