humble pie

read write poem: day 24. Find a phrase. Je ne sais quoi An indescribable or inexpressible something. Literally, ‘I know not what’; photo: Morning Java, JamMarz, flickr

a beautiful morning
pops out from behind
the night. a hand making
motion. as a sheer silent
curtain drawn back

it’s about 5 am and i am
wide awake. i arise from the
comforts of sleeping
soundly in the security
of my soft warm bed

my morning ritual
begins. i make strong
french black coffee
and head towards
the back porch stairs

i sit outside in the
garden under the tree
enjoying the current
book i am reading
resting in the sounds of
early morning

not a second later
along comes the intruding
sound of someone speaking
requesting the time
what in the world
solitude interruptus

i look up towards the sound
and i am instantaneously blinded
by the sheer force of light
without thought i pull my
hands upward to shield my eyes

and just as quickly
the dazzling light dissipates
and i am able to see clearly

i know exactly who
this person is
he smiles and speaks
hello rachel, i’ve heard
your meditations and i’ve
come to sit with you awhile

speechless i wonder
if i am really awake
it is barefoot jesus
i wonder, does he
like his coffee black

peek

read write poem: napowrimo day 23 unlikely couples. write a poem in which you combine a speaker and an event that normally don’t go together; photo: fantasia hippo

bertha the hippo and kiki the butterfly. friends forever in an open hot dry savanna. the observer whispers.

are you watching
come close closer

k almost done
hold still
please don’t fidget

bertha hardly able
to contain herself
she kicks at the air

kiki floats above
momentarily
waiting

again she starts
stitching pretty
pink on bertha

stingy petite stitches
between flappy flesh
and the hardest of bone

so sorry bertha
these might be
tight so they
won’t come
loose

ok done
now turn around

you are beautiful

dinner day 22

read write poem napowrimo day 22 a wordle 12 word choice use one or use them all. why not i mutter use all… ; photo: Canário-da-terra, Saffron Finch (Sicalis Flaveola), Bertrando©, flickr: sunday scribblings: dinner

deciding tomorrow‘s dinner
the image of green spinach pie
came to my dizzy delirious disposition
as the black crows in the surrounding
tall evergreen trees begin to batter
in spontaneous agreement

being in a saffron sunny spirit
i casually make a decision and navigate
the local market noting the excellent
selection of spinach and kale priced perfectly

a sudden hollar draws my attenion
his cropped head from a distance smiles
over the counter and in a booming voice
there’s an excellent choice today mam’

in a fierce minute squall
my gray peppered hair reality
began to reverberate through the
tiny tendrils of my suddenly saddened
electrified brain manifesting sprouts
when did i become a mam’

responding to an unexpected ache
of a latent sting i smiled a smile and
spoke sincerely thank you sir

later two aisles over stirring speculation
the recipe calls for eggs and grated
montery jack cheese

lost in the reverie of how old am i really
all the tomorrows and yesterdays simmered
and bubbled with little requirements of fire or flame

with my basket before me the rust wheels sqeak round
my dinner disillusioned and forgotten i find
little appetite unwilling to view the fine mist
of emporium delights fluttering before me
as colorful flags telling a tale of the finch who flew
away when the door of his cage mysteriously opened

tonight’s tide

read write poem napowrimo day 21 perfectly flawed. write a poem about flaws and perfection in yourself or in nature or write about how you feel about being imperfect or perfect; three word wednesday: ebb negotiate random; photo: Town Car White Wall Wheel,  Sparks68, flickr

loving the perfect imperfection
where one half commands
a quarter questions

we negotiate the expenditure
our love shifts into cost control

amuse me with your viscosity
how your hands negotiate
the curves and straight away

kooky kosher connect
courageous cool
we sink compliantly

the random risk
of cozy reluctance
tandom synchronicity

turning wheels directed
towards docile domicile
the ebb of kindled quiet flame

you barbecue medium rear steaks
i occupy with green salad dujour

together we sip the red wine of
a lasting imperfect alliance

blazing stars and comets cast
agreeable accession

somebody

read write poem napowrimo day 20 the hero poem. write a poem in which you pay tribute to your hero, past or present; photo: Casting the Net, Anua22a, flickr

today was a revelation of 
small harmonic melodious meanderings

perceptive pondering pockets, places of small spaces
not one hero came to mind, a beguiling lucuna daze
casting a celestial net in the hope of turquiose waters
the heart cries return to me a catch of somebody someone

in the quiet of a tree’s shade a breeze burst loose
in light leisure immeasure degrees
tiny little threads of gossamer contentment
appear and unfold as petals of a tulip
in the humid heat of a quiet afternoon
under a pink blooming  blossoming tree
oh yes, i remember…