3WW, Poetry, we write poems

divine poem pie

we write poems: prompt 22 what’s for dinner? poetic meal served this week
three word wednesday: hint, lust, sheen; photo: twinkle little star, reverie143, flickr

steamy the hours of cognizance
a blistery bright warm fire shining
tiny tethered stars sublime
conscious creation commences

starting from scratch, these
floaty feathered delicate delights
twirl their enchantment
in and out about and around my
favored zoetic white morning cup
bold black coffee crowded

fertile fingers follow
point and click, highlighting
reading reciting and deleting
the roman font ingredients
piled high heaped in a
chocolate brown ceramic bowl

savor the suspicious
a tale of temptation
rage and rapture taste delightful
moving through the mind
making marvelous sifting spices
effortless mingle aromatic array

always adding a this or that
imagination floured and flounced
the sheen of exploratory exaggeration
the rigid recipe quietly chirps

humming handiwork
nearing done
gentle caring hands
caress the cavorting colors
pouring perfect baking bliss
a little laughter nuzzles with lust
silent the blushing browning crust

nearing another hour the eyes close and conceptualize. through an open window light appears a break of clouds the sun returns. savor the blue scent of an early morning sky. the air is cool with the hint of fall that hangs lightly just outside the door.

**zoetic [cool word] being animately existent**

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Haiku, OneSingleImpression, Poetry

lost and found

one single impression: this week’s topic suggested by snow white is empty.

located in the most northeast corner of texas where only the wind and fields exist one could hear the telling of abandoned stories so close to home….

remnants of a house
pardon the passive rooms
conscious with the corruptible

wide open window
watching for a future
forever expecting

spirit shadows soaring
waving wings on their way
gold droppings falling fast

being bare of color
vacant wild ramblings roar
smell a rift beguile time

benevolent white clouds bend
hot with heat the sun prevails
delicate dizzy seeds ignite

messy with meaning
intermittent sticky notes
written with a wiry flare

found by fortuity
a hundred years later
the paled paper speaks of age

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

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

Purple Finch

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

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Napowrimo, OneSingleImpression, ReadWritePoem

rushing foam

read write poem: napowrimo no 12, where do you come from?; day 13, napowrimo
one single impression: live water; photo: David Pott, flickr

not far from here bursts
the sound of soft crashing curls
a salty sea breeze

every day waves
bending billowing breakers
bare feet hot hot sand

never ever far
soothing sleeping seranade
the tide tells me so

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