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

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

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

i think i just wrote


youthful play


with much care
does she show him
her precious shell

distracted by the latest
batman comic book
he misses the moment

wearing pink sandals
with bright rubber soles
her happiness spills over
in delicate quiet twinklings

his youthful lack
of attentive love
sits untouched as a
waiting postcard

still and static
the sightless air
is released and
nothing is noticed

eyeing the
discarded soapbox
she waits another day
for him to catch up.

Poefusion Friday Five: shell, comic book, discarded soapbox, rubber soles and postcard; photo: Eleanor_W, photobucket