in the midst of storms
kitten sleeps without concern
calms a frightened soul
A place for poems and pics

I long to let my hair flow
free, caught by the breeze
cascading like a waterfall –
To feel the sun kiss my shoulders
while your lips kiss mine –
To dip my toes in the
consecrated water of the
constant ocean –
To kneel in reverence on
the sandy alter of its beach –
To leave this monochrome life
behind and shine like
shards of sea glass
But I am bound to my sisters
by time and tradition
I will not leave
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Everything has a beginning
formed from misty nowhere
gathering silence into speech
Runic people who found their
place beyond the known world
and dispatch counsel of hope
and peace – without words,
without talk – in the
middle of the night
And in the first light of
morning they retreat again
lingering only in my head,
my heart
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Sunday’s Whirligig word list – misty, world, talk, head, again, place, silence, beyond, people, nowhere, beginning, everything
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Toads photo prompt

is it ever going to stop?
dai after day gray
clouds empty their cargo –
drip, drop, drip
showers, downpours, storms
tomato plants treading water
squash squished
ballfields flooded fit only
for a family of paddeling ducks
flop, flop of windshield wipers
accompanies the swish of tires
on wet pavement
an opus to sooth me to sleep
wide awake
in my dreams
predicted by arthritis
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for Stream of Conciousness Saturday – use the word is to begin your post
Oh, brother
what a party!
music blasting from
a tower – dancing to
the strumming,humming
banjos, the fiddles’ music
bowing, growing, reaching
to the sky where stars
boogie until breathless and
slack planets seek
sanctuary behind the
shimmying moon
The Monarchy depends on us
My brethren and me
Six guardians of the Tower
Legend says we must not leave
Wings are clipped
Servants prepare banquets
All needs are met
We are adored, pampered
We are beautiful
We long for the sky
To feel the wind ruffle our feathers
We are not free
Get up!
Get out
Pull on your thick woolen socks
Push you feet into my souls
My tongue is hanging out
Thirsting for fresh air
Lace me up
You and me trekking through
Farm fields and woodlots
Tramping on pine needle trails
Hopping across ribbons of water
Bring your camera, if you must –
It will just slow us down
Get up!
Leave that chair
That book
That pen
Let’s take a hike