Journal, magpie tales, Poetry

the sky is shedding feathers page three

what’s the weather like? white snow falling
everyday journal. day 3, page 3 [i think]
photo: magpie tales prompt no 46

sleepy eyed i peer through an early dawn window watching countless white flakes come crashing down, falling to the ground in a stark thud of lightness where no one can hear. amazing how such a roar could be so silent. the snow captures the imagination as to where and how this energy comes and goes, falling, falling…. perhaps i shall return to the warmth of blankets and recapture a dream i can no longer remember.

the picture tells the story. always leaving my gloves behind. how many pairs i’ve paid for and lost, countless.[ i like that word countless so used it again.] not caring enough to go back and retrieve. the brown leather gloves fit perfectly and kept my hands warm. someone else will enjoy them now. i can already see myself going to buy another pair.

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Haiku, Journal, Poetry

dripping gray

what’s the weather like? dripping gray
everyday journal. day three. page three.

starting and stopping
writing and erasing
cleaning summer’s dust.

over at writer’s island this week’s prompt is emerge. also posted is a unique painting that is worthy of a peek. the painting reminds me a lot of salvador dali. always enjoyed the world he created outside of normal, hopelessly planted on earth by a wonderful passion for his wife.

widespread the wonder
summer goes gone fast
autumn burst forth in vibrant
yellow, orange, brown and red

beholdable clarity proclaim
who hears the transition blowing
blossoming shivering cold
the beauty of change

spring’s leaves languish
forgettable fresh green fading
slow burnt yellow curl falling
a mesmerizing cascading curtain

soon the limbs and branches
their thoughts exposed as
autumn air firmly plants her seed
in and amongst the way

heed the spirit tree
who surrenders to rest
his eyes will close
his breath slow and
soon the sister of silence
takes the lead
drawing out the white snow
unfolding winter’s coat

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Haiku, Journal, magpie tales, monday poetry train

the sky is holding

magpie tales no 32 photo and monday poetry train revisited no 98
What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Gray….
Everyday Journal. day two, page two

already i’ve missed quite a few days from my ongoing everyday real life journal. funny how something that appeared as a new and exciting challenge slips through my hands as the sands in an hourglass. remembering dorothy, a prisoner in the bad witch’s castle, i shudder at the horror of time quickly passing…

summer breeze blows cool
around the corners
down the long narrow and wide ways
cool summer breeze comes
whispering wonders caught by
shivering leaves, swaying branches
nestled in between the unperturbed

comes fast quickly
the blowing of autumn
fickle leaves falling
turning brown from green
crunch the sound erases summer

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Journal

the sky is crying page one

What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Falling, really….
Everyday Journal. day one, page one

i’m serious, it’s all real. everyday. the now of living life. one day you come across a blog and a special person. not like you’ve ever met before. and suddenly the person is gone. not necessarily gone but gone from the world as i know now living and breathing. i recently read of gingatao’s unexpected passing [ paul squires ] and find i am mourning him. we shall all miss him terribly. i am now looking forward to seeing him again in another world.

this is a good day to start. write something everyday. i’ll start with the words “day one” this makes me feel good and want to write more. recently the writing was creating not creating and beginning to be a real bother. seriously contemplated maybe it’s time to stop. you know stop, like whatzhisname in that boxofchocolates movie…. where he starts running and doesn’t stop and keeps going and soon has a following… well remember how he sorta just stopped one day. turned around and sed “..i’m going to go home now…” well, this is my now…

the end. day one.

remember when stevie ray vaughn passed and the sky cried, well that’s what’s going on today with the news of gingatao now gone.

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