Haiku, Poetry, sunday whirl, SundayScribblings

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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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Journal, monday poetry train, Poetry

the sky is telling a story.working for play

what’s the weather like? snow capped mountains cold surround
everyday journal. day 4, page 4
gautami’s monday poetry train prompt no 115
photo: phillip klinger

note to daily journal. when work takes over, the effort to do anything else is almost impossible….unable to write… i wait.

D.R.F.S.B (Dangerously Red Flying Salad Bowls)

there’s hardly a moment free
caught in the trap of wanting
for nothing

wake up working
sunset comes too soon
amusement absent

sleep the deep
transported pursuit
building sand castles
sunbathing relax

transfixed
words of wonder
escape the pen
riding a bull who
bucks and stomps
snorting simple rhymes

8 seconds embrace
letters flying
skyward downward
slippery sliding
imagination

effortlessly eccentric
letters lined up
open congestion
no long empty spaces
hearty distractions

i think i just wrote
something

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ReadWritePoem

blue blanket

read write poem prompt no 99 setting the scene
photo: Blue Blanket, Wagman_30, flickr

the night inscribes
autumn season
october moon, clear sky
fluid chilly wind
a perfect night parades

daylight comes with ease
a slow revolution
horizon rendezvous
resting dark to light restored
a still quiet exchange

he slumbers whispering
nameless betweens
puzzling sanctuary intact
unfamiliar strangers
drench the naked air

sweetly spoken
the rush of light
shadowed strangers
lost in flight

sleeping sideways
obscure faces revealed
acquaintance renewed
the familiar illusion
intimate explorer

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