sunday whirl, wordle

light travel

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Sunday Whirl: Wordle 213

red wine woman
she sips with hollow eyes
a puzzle piece missing

one winner won
startled she slips
a stinging red stain

watching wearily
hidden heart divine
wicked winner he smiles

chiseled charm abstract
lucid lips pucker
he simply won’t do

stepping through
another open door
luminous light beckons

feckless contemplation
foreign sounds allure
there’s no going back

superior view
she decides to stay
dumb luck stumble

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Poetry

benign here

does there have to be a reason
sitting alongside to next across the street

whenever the sun smiles watching the light lift
withered wings appear appeased

writing a word and then another
one sentence starts to sing

fairy forgiven hands slay dishonor
feet walking away from here

another approach turns three times
the newness smells so sweet
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my every day journal entry. page possibly 7. i’ve lost count. day 7.
weather outside is cold and wet with a chilling wind. just the way i like  it.

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OneSingleImpression, Poetry, SundayScribblings

bellowing brook

one single impression: river and sunday scribbling: the call
photo: jg in sf, flickr

Gorilla gorilla #4

gorilla gotcha, he comes and goes
splashing water everywhere
hairy highlights big tufts of wild
the air too full to breathe

carving a canyon course
simple stream sublime
beating arms out stretched
he hollers and roars

where does the witness go
further downstream dip
scratching tales on sandy banks
a racket of recorded reasoning

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Poetry, sunday whirl, SundayScribblings

sunday. plan b

sunday whirl and sunday scribbling no 286 plan b

sensing the jostle of dawn approach
it was time to erase yesterday and
awaken today’s light

strolling sleepy towards ten windows
carelessly pushing back the closed
lucid the look outside inviting and calm
motions of morning barely one could enhance

buoyant barefoot steps help to mark the way
beneath my feet a mild meeting of a road to come
tickling a thousand hairs of happiness somewhere
a clutch a caress a remembered sea forgotten

barely blinking i heard the whisper of a wander
shop talk to travel a challenge to chat of tomorrow
suddenly i’m sitting strong black espresso and burnt wheat toast

not hardly an accident passers-by we meet
mentioning the morning and how lovely life is
curious of his wanderings i peer closer
his shoes slightly sooty leaving footprints from fire and flames

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Poetry, WritersIsland

hitch hiking

writer’s island saturday prompt no 6 beguile
photo: ADoseofShipBoy’s, flickr

Confetti

coming up for air
gulp the coolness
thin and light

clears the cobwebs
covering the corners
diluted and dusty

far from here there
is a highway stretching
out clawing its way

needing a ride one
hitches along with
another who goes

finding feet resting
quiet abstraction blooms
and breathes

mobile marvelous mutuality
we ponder peacefully
the weather of where we are

he points at the sky he points
at him and smiles innocently
at the brightness of the blue

solidarity symbiosis we are
with little notice he disengages
in an enlightened ebbing wind

that untangles a waterfall
of colorful confetti
falling fantastically

translucence awakening
deep the soundless sleep
never wakes so swiftly

feet fired up
the highway opens
gulping gurgles

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry, SundayScribblings

only when i dance am i invisible

big tent poetry monday prompt: alliteration, pick a letter any letter and fly
sunday scribbling no 250: invisible [congrats “ss” 250 prompt!!]
photo: Robyn Hooz, flickr

at least once
a day
i step back
only slightly
to make sure
i’m still here
footstep free
a hundred miles
less than yesterday

the path i ponder
wonders aloud
so plainly attired in
colorful commotion
calamity and calm

with flowery flair
and secret signals
a haven of smoky puffs
soon surround
in powerful pursuit

and with a slightly distracted air
one speaks …and who are you?

seeing a slight
silhouette
of shimmering
he snickers and spits
while whispering
mysterious addresses
designed to depart in
sightless swaying
cobweb sublet strings

knowing the way
he’s friendly and fierce
opening doors
beyond his sacred
simplicity

hardly ever
do i hesitate
only when i
suddenly forget

and near the edge
of this day’s light
i hear a holler so
delicate

come home soon
we all miss you
so

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