Carpe Diem #1215 cold sake (hiyazake)
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chilled wine
forgotten on the beach
sandy kisses
Category: poetry
dawn
Carpe Diem #1214 dawn
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sparrows singing
the sky slowly lightens
day begins
change of clothes
Carpe Diem #1213 change of clothes
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warm woolen sweater
packed away in a trunk
flip-flop season
summer fireworks
Carpe Diem #1212 outdoor fun
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behind the Maple
fireworks burst in white sparks
the ground trembles
Summer Sisters
Summer Sisters – a triolet
They stand across the garden, waving
wearing pretty summer frocks
a little flirty – but behaving
They stand across the garden, waving
blazing sun and storm clouds braving
zinnia, rose, and hollyhocks
They stand across the garden waving
wearing pretty summer frocks
Happy Summer to all the poets in the Pub!
Out Of Service
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: And the sign said….
Mish is tending bar over at the pub today and she has us seeing signs
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I saw a bus one day that had Out Of Service where the next stop header would be. I wondered what it would be like to tell everyone I was ‘out of service’.
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Out Of Service
I am an empty bus
no stops to make
no riders to deliver
downtown, uptown
suburbs, the mall
the next destination, my choice
I turn the radio on – loud
nobody complains
open windows and let the wind blow through
no one to smile at, argue with
tell jokes to
no frustrations, complications – no fun
I halt my empty bus
at your stop
will you ride with me
I’m a Believer
Quadrille #35 – pepper
Kim is tending bar at the Pub today. We’re celebrating Sgt Pepper’s 50th anniversary. Really! 50!!! Tell me it isn’t so.
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I’m a Believer
It was Sgt Pepper who broke my heart
he had a Rubber Soul
I walked The Long and Winding Road alone
Mr Moon was waiting and I whispered
Do You Want to Know a Secret?
I’m The Fool on the Hill believing
love survives
Simply Me
“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly
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Simply Me
I am blue ink
and garden dirt
with subtle notes of lavender
I write with my heart
and dig with my muse
to the depths of my very soul
solitude is my friend
my inspiration is silence
mixed with the soft music of nature
Love Amid the Ruins
Fireblossom Friday: It’s Only A Paper Moon
It’s all about make- believe in the Garden
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Love Amid the Ruins
we like to sit on the front porch
on moonlit nights
the people who lived here – before –
had a swing
but we like the coolness of the cement
we share strawberries from
the the patch that has gone wild
behind the house
there are enough for
chipmunks and birds too
the only music we hear
is made by crickets and frogs
no light pollution streams from
blank windows to dull the stars
we are content, safe
Captain and Tennille got it wrong
there’s nothing like raccoon love
Heirloom Gardening
Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!
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Heirloom Gardening
she spent the summer bent over
planting
weeding
harvesting
and I watched from my kitchen window
an old woman with a cane she used to search for
beans
cucumbers
strawberries
and I was the beneficiary of her labor
now I am the old woman in a garden
sowing seeds
saved
by her
and I harvest a bit of her with each picking
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