Will the willet find what it’s looking for?
Will it find a mollusk along the shore?
Will it find itself on a sandy beach?
Will it remain just out of reach?
Will the willet run a little quicker?
Will it try its best to avoid a picture?
Willet
At the River Bank
At the bank of a river
Sits an empty bench
Soulful it seems
As if listening to the rushing water
Feeling the mist upon its surface
So alone
It calls for company
Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge – Week 33 by xingfumama.
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Bank by Sue W & Gerry C
Resilience
Time was such an elusive idea
Slipping through grasping fingers
End of days incomplete
Suddenly I find time staring me down
Challenging my resilience
In my new found freedom
Retirement alters the power of time
Malleable as putty
To be molded anew
Time was such an elusive idea
Challenging my resilience
To be molded anew
W3 Prompt #120: Wea’ve Written Weekly prompted by poet of the week, Val
Invasive Species
A small field in small town Maryland
Filled with world travelers
I had hoped to meet some locals
But the exotic is intriguing
And their presence steal the show
Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD)
Moss-Covered Secrets
I have secrets! You don’t believe me? Of course not. I am a model citizen after all. I check each of the boxes: A successful career, a lovely family, wonderful friends… Nobody suspects the darkness within, nor sees the weight of the burdens I carry. I don’t believe that speaking of such things is beneficial for the soul. I just continue to add layer upon layer of moss to camouflage the wounds. I keep the snapshots of my past within and I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook. With the photographs there and the moss hanging heavy, perhaps even I will no longer see the truth.
dVerse Prosery hosted by Kim.
Kim asks us to write a piece of fiction incorporating the following line from Take This Waltz by Leonard Cohen “And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss.”
A Haibun: Every Summer
Each summer, I gaze into the bright face of a sunflower and vow to plant some in my garden. Spring arrives… I ready my flowerbeds, go to the local nursery and buy the usual vegetables and annuals. Deep summer arrives and I see sunflowers… in somebody else’s garden.
Faces shine brightly
To rival the summer sun
They pull at heartstrings
Such a fierce summer yearning
To be forgotten by spring
Spreading the Fear
Disseminating fear
Easily dismissed by my brain
Just another day in a backward world
Yet my body feels the impact
Little flutters of the heart
Fatigued to the core
Greg Bulla on Unsplash.
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #281
Garden Stroll
“The garden reconciles human art and wild nature, hard work and deep pleasure, spiritual practice and the material world. It is a magical place because it is not divided.” Thomas Moore
All of the photos in this post were taken at Brookgreen Gardens in Murrells Inlet, South Carolina. A lovely and irresistible place for a garden stroll!
Lens-Artists Challenge #311 – What’s in a Garden? hosted by Ann-Christine.
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Irresistible by Gerry C. and Sue W.
The Marvelous
Mass production of “must haves”
at the press of a button.
Machines are modern marvels,
but the marvelous are handmade.
Featured image is a photo taken by me of an artwork display at Albany International Airport. Robert Hite, Migration House, reclaimed wood and metal, 2007-2017.
Kingbirds
Flycatchers abound
Balmy afternoon
By southeastern lake
They fly around me
Swooping and darting
One lands finally
An eastern kingbird
Perched high in a tree
Next day undeterred
I walk by a swamp
And for goodness sake
It’s a gray kingbird
That swoops from the sky
It may be absurd
Is the app faulty?
Same bird possibly
dVerse MTB: An Octameter for August and Sara Teasdale, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury
JJJ Interactive Books 