dVerse, halibun monday, napowrimo 2021, Poetry

27.starlight

lingering on the lanai in the late evening hours the sounds of the sea are ever present. as the moon rises and falls the hours pass in quietude recalling the morning’s dawn and daylight’s ending sunset. all too soon tomorrow lifts her sleepy eyes as nocturnal shadows begin to fade.

traveling sea breeze
ethereal excursion
roams the great oceans

napowrimo day 27. dVerse monday haliban. the present moment

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Poetry, SundayScribblings

sunday scribblings.aureole

sunday scribblings no 260 this week’s prompt: nearly
photo: wouldpkr, flickr

faced with revisions
she tied both shoes and left

unwillingly able and hardly disagreeable the
rattling rambling road turned up its nose and left

chicken scratch wanderings and corn fed heifers
the latched gate stopped holding its breath and left

back at the farm gregarious tameable tigers roared
the quiet away, frightfully forgetful the answers up and left

shadows singing merry, leftover living sweet banter,
released by kindred howling liberated wolves circled then left

climbing all day to reach the top of a distant hill
she faced the old memories just about gone

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3WW, pink saturday, PoefusionFriday5

afterwards

sensing tension the air was heavy with an invisible fog of unmistakable proportions. envisage a humid wet jungle, a handy hatchet would suffice; but not knowing the future, i only carry a pretty petite red swiss army knife.

straining to inhibit circuitous damage my bare brown feet kept bumping against the rotten corpse of phantom souls lying littered along the crowded empty room. seeking distraction i opened the door to a beautiful carved dusty armoire. meddling into a debris-filled subsistence the smallness within expanded as reality ripened into a glittering giant peach oozing with kismet. instantly encountering a pink polka-dot rest stop, cognition circled in merry-go-round motion.

if only normal came home i could rinse away the extraneous gypsy songs and horse-led covered coaches lit with a soft fire of midnight moon.

refreshed with jungle fever immunity, i strapped on fire engine red high heeled sandals glad to be heading home, soon sleeping in the safety of my own bed.
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mingling prompts: thommyg’s 3 Word Wednesday: corpse, damage, knife; michelle’s poefusion friday five: meddle, afterwards, debris, rinse, ripen; and, beverly’s pink saturday.
photo: Tin-can Telephone, flickr

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