bread alone

sifting flour fine
blending bowl boundless defined
water wheat and wine

carpe diem no. 1258 daily bread

 

note to self… baking bread one must have the perfect bowl.

ss.open

twice turning
the stars lifted their heads
seeking a shoulder
a wall with monocratic memory
holding high all that tarries
barely a spoken sentence
yet understood

would i linger just a millisecond longer held in open arms…. last night’s vision, coming home late the world was a little sleepy and peacefully quiet… a small spell of in between when all those moments we hardly notice come to light…  tired eyes focused on a western sky with an almost full moon, a soft lingering light mist encircles this small wonderful enchantment… and a warm 4 pieces left homemade apple berry pie…
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sunday scribblings 313 reflect

duke aloo

rebecca’s friday recuerda mi corazon [ haiku my heart ]
photo: duke-aloo, mcDz day, happy meal delight

a little boy’s trust
wrapped around innocence and love
smiles back at me
proudly displaying his car
leggos enlightened he is

this little boy who just recently turned 3 years old, makes heaven all the closer. along with his two sisters, daddyoE and MomaT, this family rocks my world….  in the days filled with fierce battles it is a safe haven filled with blessings, thank you dears….

inamorata

one single impression: this week’s prompt by leo is joie de vivre (the joy of living)
photo: Seashells, miqul, flickr

i’ve used tanka [5-7-5-7-7] and a cleave [for those who wanna know] which was one of the prompts for read write poem april 2010 napowrimo

anchored in your blue eyes  watching the drift of tides
swimming in a sea of blue  shifting sandbar wet door reveal
backstroke blue divine  nestled sleeping shells
submerge serenade sublime   simple treasures lure me near
the line of your lips thrill me   surplus exhilaration

inamorata. lover

serene seclusion

big tent poetry: possessions. this week’s prompt is to think of something you possess. what are your feelings about this possession? do you possess it, or does it possess you? i was unable **unwilling** to focus on anything specific **anything to do w/my personal possessions** but i did find this one… confirming possessions are fleeting ; photo: purple finch by drphotomoto, flickr

surrounded in a small way
she felt perfectly content
her favorite color of pink
entwined in the tiny twirls
of happiness haunting her house

purple dangling beads
dancing with delight
shimmering songs singing
her doorway the dazzle
of dawn’s expression
mad and marvelous
everyone stayed away

swift and slow she so suddenly left
her presence slumbers in nirvana
perceptible pink puddles smiling back
clearly anticipating more