at.a.standstill.

fluttering fast in place
trapped in a transfer
this way too weary
mysterious madness

perhaps it’s not so
the elusive elephant
believing blunders

feet on fire
the tank of terror
shifts and shutters
there’s no way out

running.fast

it’s not like before
i’m running faster now
it’s not a saunter
nor a stroll
i’m running a sweet 10K

a dream telling story
opening and closing doors
white winged secrets fly
a feather i possess

awakened i wander
remembering the run
through a thick forest

on my way
to there

being here, i’m there

29.simpatico

casting a net
the water whirled
tiny round spinning swirls

hypnotizing heat
cool shade calm
life still listening

preparation prelude
dinner dancing delight
a two step tango

soft skin whispers
the smallest of hours magic
willow tree branches sway

juncture just ahead
leftovers singing blue
savoring our soliloquy

picking up strands
gleaming the outlawed
fine point favorite pen

tale telling
recollection riot writing
a  sigh surrenders the end

napowrimo day 29. inching toward day 30… though that was yesterday…

poet’s note: today is the 1st of May… a beautiful spring day… telling the tale written in words turning to see… the topics were ‘the process’ and ‘the meal’

20.moored

tethered to earthbound perception, born free the butterfly is
sensing the sounds of frogs, the night brings out the stars
it happens so quickly, passing from one world into the next

napowrimo 2021 day 20, write a sijo

poets note: delightful form, sijo from korea. outside it’s a beautiful day… inside my heart i’m still saying goodbye

18.adrift

early morning aperture
seeks a spring repartee
breeze blowing babble
open window watch

wonderful waiting
arrival soon expected
sound speak sotto voce

personal prowl
adrift along the draft
the art of flying
reality flickers below

dawning delight
moon stealing night
dreaming of nomadic trees
powder white snow falls quietly

vaccine fever virus
a pain in my arm
48 hours later i’m feeling better

napowrimo 2021 day 18. sunday whirl wordle no 499

poet’s notes: yesterday was sorta hazy and the day before feverish… first modera vaccine… okay now… feel a lot better..