one single impression: dreams
photo: davidphoto23, flickr
altered abstraction
smallest scent of intimate
you sat next to me
unwrinkled willing
softest mist of memory
i sat next to you
gathering flutter
the clutter of your being
naturally normal
undisguised conscience
opening closed eyes aware
closer we held tight
still sounds of not yet
visiting hours over
eternity etched
we write poems thursdays no 26 prompt: collection
photo: to dream, magicattic88, flickr
a collection of many
specific in sorting
erase and gather
tied perfect together
leisure arrival the quiet
that late night noise nirvana
these gatherings take place
beyond one’s control
discussing the significant
interpreting at will
a yes and no distinction
celluloid dialogue allowed
come hear the loudest
disclosing a tale
of one byte forgotten
a simple account
thousands of whispers
racing slow by
rambunctious declaration
rainbow streams of memories
materialize so many
broadcast upon a breeze
an entry out of line
rebel released remembrance
emptiness encircled
embrace the dissipated
once erased
three word wednesday: frail, sacred, amaze
photo: gasitech, flickr
we’re in love….
with the blue expanse above
with the 2-door sexy fire engine red convertible bmw my friend just took me for a ride
with the frail freedom we so freely embrace
with the birth of unborn love
with the cost of never letting go
with the having won a hard fought battle that cost everything
with the perfectly run half-marathon under two hours
with the lifelong secret sacred dream coming true
with the first flower of spring’s approach yellow crocus blooming
amaze! we’re in love
thomg three word wednesday: crush, knack, varied;
read write poem: naprowrimo day 3
photo: JVLIVS © ®™, flickr
sitting with others
she soon lost herself
in the crush of scented
lavendar and pink rose petals
gathered in a small echo of time
no longer participating
she simply moved with
the sway of varied winds
along the shoreline of
mystic rivers flowing
finding the knack
of effortless escape
became her redemption
in a homeland adrift
never was it real
floating free in the twilight
anchored by balloons
then was when began
clashing dreams awake or sleep
reality ran
peppered with happy
anger crept quietly still
shadows always talk
lint-free my world sang
running to places unknown
they followed me not
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one single impression, this week’s topic: childhood memories
photo: photojennic, flickr
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