dandelion seeds

expelled upward by a breeze

fireworks at a fair

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I spoke words of wisdom

But they fell unheeded

Like brown leaves

I spoke words of love

But they fluttered in the

Wind like spent blossoms

I spoke words of peace

But they blew away

Like downy seeds

I spoke words of mercy

But they were swept up

Like coulds before a storm

I spoke words of hope

Into the void but they fell

Apart and letters descended

Like drops of rain

I remain silent

(Photo prompt – Magpie Tales)

White apple blossom prophets

Foretell of sweetness

Tiny swelling at the base

A promise to the gnarled

Old tree, a sign of its

Usefulness, its reason

For existing

And in old age a

Child becomes our prophet

(written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads)

I stole a fragment of

the sea

the insistent surf withdrew

from my grasp

and left me empty

I cut a fragment of

earth’s clay

my knife bent and broke

and left me hardened

I ripped a fragment of

your heart

to keep it close

it turned to stone and I

was left

alone

(posted on Toads)

am I a mere reflection of

myself a static snapshot

Glued to a page holding

a spot in your history

does my smile look at

you with open eyes or

furtive glances hiding

secrets from the future

(in response to Magpie Tales picture prompt)

feathered hunter stalks

in shallow pool of water

fish hide in tall grass

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yellow flowers on

short stems turn white blow away

dandelion field

afternoon showers

sun appears to craft a bow

from scattered raindrops

rocks tumbled to a

smooth finish by rushing stream

perfectly crafted

inky fingers of

night slowly cover the day

dusk is swept away