Sheltered from the sun within the large tree hollow mushrooms congregate Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Sheltered by Eugi Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 50
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Those Boys
Those boys – they seem so serene Simply enjoying the view But they are just taking a rest Twixt what’s done and what’s to do Pondering the distant pasture Plotting how best to torment the cows W3 Prompt #123: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sally, prompts us to write an “ekphrastic poem inspired byContinue reading “Those Boys”
Water Lily
The star that you are rising from the murky depths offering nectar Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD)
What Will It Take?
What will it take for us to see beyond egos be truly free For love to reign what will it take make war for peace a BIG mistake Transformation of humankind what will it take to loosen binds History loops without a break end the cycle what will it take W3 Prompt #122: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Suzanne, prompts us toContinue reading “What Will It Take?”
A Kouta: Remaining Heat
Still air tightly grips Remaining heat of summer No fall winds blowing Rustling of tree leaves absent Not even mackerel clouds To stifle the sizzling sun Noses sneeze out hazy soot Best to stay indoors Cool night calls outside Milky Way stars wink As the chair rocks back and forth Buzzing mosquitoes bite legs Legs leapContinue reading “A Kouta: Remaining Heat”
End of Summer?
I rise to a relatively cool morning and throw open the windows for a breath of crispness. Aaah, fall is in the air! Until about 8 a.m…. The heat and humidity quickly stifle the exhilaration, reminding me that summer is not over. Another heat wave Summer flowers bow their heads Praying for reprieve dVerse HaibunContinue reading “End of Summer?”
Rockin’
Toe tappin’ in the chapel square Rockin’ music fills the air All night long never miss a beat Now time to rest those weary feet Dan’s Thursday Doors Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge – Week 34, by xingfumama
Mysterious Mushroom
I come upon a miniature mushroom standing on the forest floor ignoring my presence. Without invitation I sit beside the mushroom expecting some magical moment. Shouldn’t there be a diminutive door for the little gnomes that must live inside? The moss matted yard provides the perfect cushion for their tiny tumbling toddlers. Or, perhaps it’sContinue reading “Mysterious Mushroom”
Dreamscape
Silken blue dreamscape Tides ridden to foreign lands Breezes surfed on wispy clouds Deposited on the shore Hair tousled and grin wide Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Silken blue
The Skimmer
Oh my, dragonfly Patiently awaiting prey Unaware insects Upon the flowers they feast ‘Til scooped up by the skimmer Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge