Books and Poetry
Sweat beneath the sheets
A different meaning was
Hot summer bodies
Entwined deep into the night
Now forced apart with sheets thrown
24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 40
Colleen asks us to use one of several proposed summer song lyrics to inspire our syllabic poetry. I chose “Summer heat, boy and girl / but oh, oh those summer nights…” — Grease, ”Summer Nights.”
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I enjoy a bit of time gardening, but don’t like to have to “work” in the garden. I prefer to plant perennials that come up year after year, require little maintenance and attract wildlife. This allows me to spend more time enjoying my garden and less time obsessing over it. I just wish the weeds would cooperate.
Currently blooming in my perennial garden and their visitors:
Marigolds are among the few annuals I plant each year, as they attract predatory insects (e.g. ladybugs) that eat aphids and other insects harmful to my vegetable garden. I also find them to be beautiful — vibrant yellow or orange blooms from early summer to late fall.
Terri’s Sunday Stills: #Plant Life in the Great Outdoors
Double doors containing double rectangular windows and bonus matching rectangles within:
A colonial kitchen window with rectangular glass shutters:
Lifted draw bridge reveals identical rectangular patterns for each side of the street:
A colonial house models a small vertical rectangle and long horizontal rectangle:
Rectangular perspectives of train bridge above and covered bridge below:
Lens-Artists Challenge #305 – Two Rectangles hosted by Edigio.
Sometimes
the city calls
Just a spoonful I need
to bring forth a fresh perspective
A change
Off to
the urban streets
Freed from suburban box
for some lively city bustle
I watch
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Perspective by Gerry C. and Sue W.
Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #369 – Spoonful. “This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 33 words using the word ‘Spoonful’.”
Kate’s Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge 2024 – Week 25 at xingfumama.com.
My evening prayer is made into a satellite transmitter. It is the same every night, except Sundays. On Sunday night, I hike to the top of Mount Mitchell and wait… I have done this without fail for the last 500 weeks. Last night (a Saturday) was prayer number 3,000, and the only variation was the pronouncement that it would be my last. It went like this: “Please take me away from this place. I will be waiting for you at the top of Mount Mitchell at 10 p.m. on Sunday. This will be my final request.” So, here I am at 10 p.m. on a beautiful Sunday night at the top of Mount Mitchell, as the most spectacular spacecraft makes its descent. Finally!
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #336
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On the night train there is no hoot hoot hoot hoot of the barred owl or the chirp chirp chirp of cricket stridulation. There is only the rhythmic cha, cha, cha of the wheels on the track. The hypnotic tempo, combined with the undulating motion of the train, gently lulls me to sleep. I do not stir until the glare from the city lights shine upon my face. An incandescent sunrise indicating it is time to depart.
riding the night train
manufactured cadence serves
in lieu of crickets
W3 Prompt #112: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Jude Itakali, prompts us to write a haibun using onomatopoeia (x3) on the theme of “the beauty of night.”
dVerse Poetics: Traveling by train, hosted by Punam.
A groggy early morning stroll on the beach
Roused by a cacophony of maniacal laughter
Almost as good as a cup of morning coffee
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LXIX. Photos taken at North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina during spring season.
I am loving the long, balmy days as we approach the Summer Solstice. I have picked the first cucumber from my garden and the few blueberries that the birds were kind enough to leave for me. I am taking almost daily trips to parks and gardens – staying local as I await the arrival of my second grandchild. Though it is only the beginning of summer, the knowledge that days will soon be growing shorter brings forth a sense of loss.
dance in the garden
possessed by summer spirit
thinning of the veil
dVerse Haibun Monday 6-17-24: Solstice hosted by Frank Tassone
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 39
I rise with sun…
And play in the garden…
Sniffing a flower or two…
I picnic with a goose…
Then rest among the trees…
Before sailing off into the sunset…
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Your Daily Dose of Sunrise and Sunset
A peaceful retreat behind the wheel
Lulled by the soft hum of the open road
No death grip highway rush today
Country roads bypass urban sprawl
Lined by hayfields and corn rows
Opening to green pastures
The road plays hide and seek over peaks and into valleys
As it winds through foothills of the large mountains
Which seem to exist for the sole purpose of panorama
It passes nostalgically through through quaint villages
Ventures upon precarious bridges
Wide, shallow rivers meander along rocky terrain
Taking it easy on a calm sunny day
Like the local folk on a Sunday drive
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