it’s a six-figure sign
a mysterious tip
table top lift
i’m gonna fly
it’s the wait
that tears and sows
mind-blown memories
cascading to defy today
below belting blues
the fiery kind with no smoke
above the birdlike sky
sings the ethereal aria
Tag Archives: sunday whirl
sunday.is.you
what a surprise to see you. in a flash time shifted and there we were dancing. it was a wednesday and i was at a bookstore i love to visit in the late lazy afternoon. it’s a good spot to rest, read books and never meet a soul i know. there’s a chair there where i bend into the wind and sit as if i’m in a field of tall grass, or sometimes i press on the gas and fly. there is where all i hear is the softness of a steady wind and the sight of pages passing in a book.
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Sunday Whirl : wordle 216
really ripe reality
sprouts simple and soft
along two dotted lines
sunshine drizzle
sheets of unbelievable
the seashore waves
whispering wind wander
furthering far footsteps
zephyr sea breeze downpour
traveling silhouette
veiled heart beat
4 steps farther
forever glimmering face
6 seashells strong
from birth and beyond itself
locked in
it was late, real late
the car broke down
so we had to walk
a long way walk
before long we were at the gate
fumbling with the latch
finally opened, all fret forgotten
carrying the both of us
we staggered homeward
passing the old tree
a sleepy owl suddenly
rose out of the dark night
his wingspan wide with wind
unaware we’re almost there
entwined at the crossroad of way past midnight
the closed space around us opens
unfastened fields that happen to flower
crocus sprouting white snow falling
first day glistening bloom
tiny threads of thoughts and thorns
a captured embrace compose
new found fevor flowering notes
hidden in his late night harmony
turning towards home
the last corner comes
beckoning as singing birds
too tired to press
suicide slumber swift
the feel of far away
the distant steps of mud stirring
sunday whirl: wordle 186
fall back
sunday whirl: no 185 wordle
rain, grey, cold, satisfied, standing, joy, spark, way, burn, slash, jaded, sun
fall’s first flame
shines as a satisfied
summer sunburn
standing out in a
cold grey rain
wet walking a long way
flash the slash summer’s fall
just now jaded
soon to be translated
feeling first that spark
within a warm firelight
joy’s first bark
