a rose in winter
the dream of warmer days
held in a petal
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Carpe Diem # 893 – Fuyusobi (rose in winter)
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a rose in winter
the dream of warmer days
held in a petal
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Carpe Diem # 893 – Fuyusobi (rose in winter)
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspt.com
She is a rule follower
even when no one is looking
she reuses and recycles
cleans up after her dog
checks in on elderly
neighbors – she is
also elderly
she keeps her word
returns library books
on time
she’s paid her dues
in this hard life
and still she laughs
she is an honorable
woman
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Just Jot It January 8th honorable
purple flower
opens to greet the day
morning glory
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Carpe Diem – Throw that pebble # 1 “dawn”
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I sit behind a glass
a window pane
looking out at
my barren garden
longing for sun and warmth
longing to dig in the earth
longing for green shoots
pushing always upwards
longing for blossoms
longing even to do battle
with varmints and bugs
longing for the robust
harvest that follows
a gardeners toil
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whimsical pirate ships
fire breathing dragons
bunnies and kittens
two lovers kissing
on a bright blue canvas
finger paintings in the sky
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a dole of doves
perching on a high wire
feather flutters down
in solitude I searched
for silence
– when the sun slid
above the horizon,
but heard instead the
happy chirping
of morning birds
– in the afternoon stillness
the sound of buzzing
filled the air as bees
went about their busy-ness
– as the sun gave up the day
and the dusk of evening
enveloped me,
but the breeze whispered
in the trees, rustling the leaves
– even under the gentle moon a
chorus of crickets were singing
In solitude I searched
for silence
and found peace instead
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Tuesday Platform – the sound of silence
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small brown spider
spinning a silken thread
sways in the breeze
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Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu # 64 Beyond “movement”
a big coffee pot always
perking on the back burner
pumping out the acidy
odor of fresh coffee
coffee poured into a
thermos – ready for the
night shift
always coffee on the
table at a restaurant
always coffee
the aroma of my childhood
I never liked coffee but
I miss my dad
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I will not make a buck-
et list
all things I’d like to do
someday
then tick them off
one by one
until my bucket’s
empty and I am left
instead I will drop some-
thing into my bucket
each day
a kind deed, an adventure
with a four year-old,
a trip, a concert, an un-
expected email,
lunch with a friend
oh, I’m sure there will be big
surprises in my bucket too
and when I reach the end
of this life
I will spill out all the
wonders my bucket
holds, smiling in
gratitude for my full bucket
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Just Jot It January – bucket list
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