Haiku, Journal, magpie tales, monday poetry train

the sky is holding

magpie tales no 32 photo and monday poetry train revisited no 98
What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Gray….
Everyday Journal. day two, page two

already i’ve missed quite a few days from my ongoing everyday real life journal. funny how something that appeared as a new and exciting challenge slips through my hands as the sands in an hourglass. remembering dorothy, a prisoner in the bad witch’s castle, i shudder at the horror of time quickly passing…

summer breeze blows cool
around the corners
down the long narrow and wide ways
cool summer breeze comes
whispering wonders caught by
shivering leaves, swaying branches
nestled in between the unperturbed

comes fast quickly
the blowing of autumn
fickle leaves falling
turning brown from green
crunch the sound erases summer

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

dorothy calling

big tent poetry: this week’s prompt wordles
photo: 2001 space odyssy the cosmic waltz, flickr

love the shift of time travel
as if i found a genie in a bottle
tossed a long time ago and
lands at my feet

the taste of 3 sweet wishes
trying not to peer at his psychedelic poofy pants
i click my feet humming a long forgotten
childhood rhyme

debris field dreams float by like magic
passing the half-eaten whims of another
effortlessly skirting the evidence
swarming stars collide

landing gear descends
the docking station creeps close
my temporary parts give way
exposing the backbone
of a long adventure

captain peecard and number 1
my heart embellishes the rub of his head
who would pass a touch of his lips
blue eyes blazing i forgot to close the door
whoosh the sound screams
of automated time

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