six word saturday

4am.awake

dark the silent day begins early.

the whole time change has affected my sleep pattern. at first I thought doesn’t bother me, but light and dark definitely matter. been waking up way early 3 or 4 in the morning. why I have no idea. so here I am surrounded by warm blankets writing. momentary heaven.
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six word saturday

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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

transfixed
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
imagination

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

i think i just wrote
something

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3WW, Poetry

stop over

three word wednesday: acrid,  bane, tepid ; photo: modestChar Y., flickr

sitting outside in the summer cool dark blue
the tepid terror of night negate
that bad dream 4 nights in a row

four sided cardboard bundle
container of curses, weigher of weights
observing objectively, hardly a peep

taste the acrid trace of truculent left overs
breezin’ by a wayward whirlwind
bringing home the thrown out lost

the tepid touch of long gone perished
chatting up an electrical storm
frizzes the hair badly

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Haiku, haiku bones

satori

haiku bones: sleep
photo: jackie-dee, flickr


perfection floating
crisp clean cool sheets silent
and then the white moon

fallen petals lie
stories gathered suspended
pink pillow prattle

crashing yesterdays
exploding tomorrows take-off
rides to anywhere

growing green gardens
feral flying fantasy
unfamilar earth

dawn’s ruckus calling
wave goodbye nightlight turbulance
morning sun tints dusk

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