fire and smoke

monday a message waiting..come close while the white full moon caresses the clear midnight. shackled to unwritten history i hear the chanting music of his beads and feathers quietly observe the ticking of uncertainty where he has no place to print his soft moccasin feet. floating along the cool quiet river, our heads bent in one breath we divulge a delicate language filled with intimate familiarity. with simple dexterity he navigates the watered tales of ancient days when we rode together on a spotted horse racing across open windows. caught by lightning’s whim, i can do nothing but stay until we cross again in a thunderous storm.
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Bones 3 word wednesday prompt offers this week: intimate, river, waiting
photo: Dancing in the Moonlight, I am Contrast, flickr

FormerReflection

restless unable to sleep she strolls the vacant vigilant streets and avenues. engaging the solitary bench, distracted by the blaze of fearless stars, with a slip of the tongue she speaks out loud. a sudden rustling wind scatters the fall leaves dispersing the sound of winter’s arrival. knowing she could not speak the departed, helpless, she brought him back.

cafe writing option 5, fiction, adult conversation;
photo: empty, by 96dpi, flickr 

a thousand nights

warm summer evenings
light drops of everything
dwell the still air
stirring the invisible

talkative stars
hopes and dreams
pasted perfection
measured mucilage

slivered moon
wonderous witness
imparts a soothing song
melodious shifting tides

transparent passage
parting waves beckon
tread upon the multitude
sandy singing shores
tiny wet grains

salty breeze encounters
veiled moments declare
tablets of time
rushing to shore
soon washed away
constant moving current

here beside the shore
embracing essence
the world chats freely
to those who listen
cool wet sand

a montage of evenings spent by the beach

SundayScribblings No 114 topic: my nights; photo:Manhattan Pier – Silky Surf 2, originally uploaded by Dan90266.

inbetween

perhaps it is the hour
when daylight is delayed
shrouded in sightless mystery
the blind focus of silent sounds

observe the subtle movement
witness the quiet steps
explore the evening edge
and peer the peaceful voluminosity

Bones 3WW weekly three word wednesday prompt No 87: delayed, edge, focus; photo: jaman84044, photobucket

MakinUpTime

another fibinacci day dawns in the month of April 30 day poems… winding down to a few more days… it has been delightful… wanted to thank michelle at poefusion for providing excellent material prompts to tantelize our writers pen….

 
grasswetindew, nguyen, flickr
cool
dawn
morning
brings wet dew
clear fertility
green growing tender young shoots open
soon a symphony blooming flowers singing

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lonely pier at night, SCrume, flickr
speak
to
me here
beneath stars
observing above
alone in the cool misty night
standing on the quiet pier soothing wave sounds

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LA Freeways, ileanaa, flickr
loud
noise
everywhere
surrounding daylight
fast moving metal chasing dreams
automobiles gasoline beautiful beasts
rubber rinsing sounds delight the dry highway

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weatheringthedecades, impastorrick, flickr
hear
stayed
stories
told beyond
hushed fading red barns
between the spaced timbers waiting
otiose resting fields transient seasons

day 25-28 NaPoWriMo…

… yeah, caught up…