Journal, monday poetry train, Poetry

the sky is telling a story.working for play

what’s the weather like? snow capped mountains cold surround
everyday journal. day 4, page 4
gautami’s monday poetry train prompt no 115
photo: phillip klinger

note to daily journal. when work takes over, the effort to do anything else is almost impossible….unable to write… i wait.

D.R.F.S.B (Dangerously Red Flying Salad Bowls)

there’s hardly a moment free
caught in the trap of wanting
for nothing

wake up working
sunset comes too soon
amusement absent

sleep the deep
transported pursuit
building sand castles
sunbathing relax

transfixed
words of wonder
escape the pen
riding a bull who
bucks and stomps
snorting simple rhymes

8 seconds embrace
letters flying
skyward downward
slippery sliding
imagination

effortlessly eccentric
letters lined up
open congestion
no long empty spaces
hearty distractions

i think i just wrote
something

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monday poetry train, short story

transfer

it is an exciting day for monday poetry train revisited it is the 100 edition. congrats to gautami tripathy at firmly rooted ; photo: Cuba Gallery: Black and White / farm / vintage / texture, flickr

leaving a little note tucked in the sleeve of a forgotten memorable book she hugged the house and walked away.  it was after all more than enough. there were no more than a few hours left after an aeon in stasis.  searching the blue sky her eyes took in every detail acutely aware each footstep brought the disappearance closer. touching everything her fingers soon grew numb.

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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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monday poetry train, Saturday Scribes

exile

Saturday Scribes: theme-midway; words-dappled, fearsome, firefly;
and, monday poetry train; photo: After the Rain, gcquinn, flickr

when the weather began to wane
a cool shivering breeze
melodiously rattled the sleeping bones
scattered among sweet scented grass

at the end unnoticed, a one-way street
no longer surrounds the terminated buried beneath
daily the rusted ancient gate again stirs
eagerly guards the passage portal

dallying dusk discoveries
emancipate moored moans, soft mad wails
kept from the light wind that travels so much further
late afternoon, heat released
as day drifts toward the western sky canvas

rich characters yield a brush
dappled in rosy pink and perfect gray purple
giving way to the entrance of night
sifting the stars, falling flashes, twilight beckons

as if able, the despondent bones
would will the fearsome rotted flesh
back home where night brings
one firefly then another to soothe the story

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