three days was all it took
quick and sudden it was
a swift soft release
previously hidden, now exposed
still waters sitting
crashing to a halt
explain it away
this way of explanation
it was fine, now it’s not
unsettled, unsure,
this beautiful buoyant raft
rattles the calm
looking up the darkness shines
bright and beyond, waiting
rushing tomorrow comes at dawn
author’s notes: it’s been awhile since writing. starting again.
splashing and leaping
the world briefly unlocked
always and forever
sitting by the shore
sipping ocean water
sipping river water
collecting shells and
driftwood for later
small boat sailing
strolling to shore
warm fire burning
never looking back
over at imaginary garden with real toads
courtesy of kim weekend mini challenge: boats
note to poet.. just found a new site… love poetry and frogs… i love boats, everything about them… from here to there… lotsa fun to visit the dream boat
sunday scribblings: shipwrecked
three word wednesday: adapt, lie, glide
a sudden departure
started with a splash
knew it was a shipwreck
immediately immersed
wet water tread
sweet savoring surrender
crashing dryland pileup
new years eve fireworks
laughter’s luminous light
trailing trials of trouble
stars swaying sorrow
two feet feeling squishy
soaked summer sandals
unbuckled and brave
diving during darkness
two big eyes examine
hunchback harmony
in a placating plunge
flapping tall tail touch
always eternally open
comes a two oar rowing rescue
i am a walker willing to adapt
plunging possessions fall
and the big lie loosens
begins a glistening glide
to a far far away
those unlikeable emotions
hostile to water preferring the dry
in a downpour they disappear
lighter the load landfall appears
silent the air parts letting me go
thomg’s three word wednesday: blink, occasion, kind
rebecca’s friday’s recuerda mi corazon [haiku my heart]
photo: female reed bunting, Ian A Kirk, flickr
possessing a bag of seeds was a kind weight. never felt heavy or burdensome. the notion of planting the empty field across the way was going to be an auspicious occasion. only now the soil rested in a deep surrounding silence.
washing the last of the dishes the open window carelessly captivates with possession. stretching she touches the great wind. and with willowy wings hovering over the vanished, she gazes at the gathering of seeds once scattered, revealing a buried task that took a time lasting long.
and now in the blink of an eye the end began. before her written in fine flare the notice had materialized. with wet hands she reaches and touches the great wind.
three word wednesday: judge, nightfall, safety
photo: magpie tales no 44
…there was nothing between us. playing cards for years we both read and judged our plays beyond the snapping sound of brain transmissions. we’d start by sharing a casual drink in the safety of comfort and find an anchor sledding about in the candlelight of nightfall. too soon caught, the quiet mist comes. we first heard the loud hush hiding about in the fluid corners of fire light. a signal our journey would begin.
Piece of Pie ala Mode 