i was thinking of a way to fly
with fine feathered wings
so clear the blue sky out there
where the wild wind nuzzles
untroubled and racing
a deluge of dreams deliver
sweet and kind, life jacket weary
life turned over baking the other side
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one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood
inherit winds
blue believability
shifting deeper dim
umbrella blue mist
gracious gloom hovering hum
stray cloud stew and stir
childhood charm shifts
underneath umbrella warm
tied to thunder bolts
wet shoes excuses
stand still splash display
vowed voice uttering
become light joined jolt
driving west freeway folly
nearing night complete
storm clouds have moved in…. gone are the calm bluest of blue cloudless skies offering warmth and renewal… replaced by rainbow gray puffy fast moving clouds and then again i look and see streaming wispy clouds…. constant change…. find myself driving a lot lately…. east a-ways then heading west a-ways.. while driving hands on the wheel looking out beyond the clear windshield the clouds speak as they quickly pass…
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one single impression no 242: free. sunday whirl wordle 78: umbrella, deeper, inherit, excuses, stand, become, thunder, childhood, joined, vowed, shifts, light;
photo: windsock, cubagallery, flickr
holding onto you
fingertip finality
heartbeat heaven’s hush
sitting still sound stirs
magic waves her watchful wand
one butterfly blooms
tranquil transition
beneath a blade wrapped wonder
one bug being born
never saw moments
breaking glass stirs not a sound
another takes flight
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one single impression: halcyon
bursting clouds of yes
posting epiphany
harmonious moon
gathering goodwill
bunches and bundles abound
shadow dancing dark
steady drops of rain
pelting pretty rooftop sounds
dry desert cool wind
splash sincerity
drip dry manifestation
small nibble to taste
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one single impression: confirmation
photo: grass texture, cubagallery,flickr
outside gray heavy storm clouds moved in overnight and buried the bluest sky. unexpectedly my early morning eye contemplates a random rain starting to fall softly, continuously. hours have passed and still the rain falls. rich with time i remain encased within a penetrating cascading curtain and the surrounding sound. steady it comes cold and wet. inside excitement tethered by winter escapes outside. hours afterwards hasn’t come home.
soft still freedom sounds
babbling baby bears fruit
blazing barriers
dawn quietly breaks awakening exhaustion one realizes the reality of being alive. the bombs continue nonstop. our daily routine has changed to survival. lives once held so carelessly have now changed to blood bones and please breathe. praying to our god for safety. leaving home we search for lost freedom to return. a candle burns bringing light and warmth to the darkest dark where there is no path.
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we write poems: haibun; one single impression: underground
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