believing its real
the wind and the shadows
those fugacious fugitives
wander the edge
nightfall they alight
they shimmer and sing
daylight begins to bursts
their buzzing buries me
perched upon my shoulder
the outside world disembarks
held by invisible strings
slowly spinning, just enough
napowrimo day 25. skimming the top today. it’s a good day.
tethered to earthbound perception, born free the butterfly is
sensing the sounds of frogs, the night brings out the stars
it happens so quickly, passing from one world into the next
napowrimo 2021 day 20, write a sijo
poets note: delightful form, sijo from korea. outside it’s a beautiful day… inside my heart i’m still saying goodbye
rearranging a recall
idle, close and calm
spotless, bent and round
tumultuous touch you speak
pantomime power press
bewitched the breath animus
we mingle in mighty madness
hitch a ride astride the quarter moon
swinging light and blue
we drank a dark deep
nearer to the next rise of temporal
fixed fiery stars muster mumble
fugue flight our future faint
tomorrow’s timidity coverlet
submerged floating trance
you left a bite of tenderness
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three word wednesday: drank, hitch, muster
thommyg’s three word wednesday 3ww this week offers: demure, offend, volatile
photo: gordon saunders, flickr
grasping at divine divinity
the dogma offends the earthbound
fickle the four fine winds
toss the tug of volatile views
learning to lean in lightly
the docile swaying strokes the demure
poached in a round rosy ring
the egg of ego softens with a shatter
totally optional prompts: death and shoes
a million souls stacked
no longer bound by shoestrings
barefoot heaven waits
Piece of Pie ala Mode 