3WW, Poetry

4ward

3WW no. 459: wander, astonished, complete

buried in benevolence
the soothe cures the sting

hushed walker wander
tomorrow tags along

train tracks trill
the call that stirs

dawn breaks astonished
wide the window view

never done, almost complete
floodlight full the moon hollars

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Napowrimo, ReadWritePoem, Saturday Scribes

seafaring soak

saturday scribes: the air we breathe; 3 words, overcome, chimera, canopy
read write poem: day 12, napowrimo; photo: bird sellerdolce babanne, flickr

the cognizant invisibility
of my digital clock
red light’s silent
thunderous ticking

it’s always this way
overcome with restless-ness
suspended sleep
even here with peace
lying beside me
in gentle waves of water

all wet
a quiet noise comes
the sandman
his twinkling  toes
and pink gold floating dust

cannot help but to
take flight the
midnight cool air
a singsong bird’s call
chimera dripping rainbow

we soon soar
peeling past the
canopy effervescent stars

subtlety steady
straight ahead
there’s nothing so like this
not even hot butttered
blueberry pancakes

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