Visited Robbins AFB in Georgia last week. There wern’t any interesting doors but I did come across these horse trailers
Lady October
Over in the Garden we’re writing about October
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Lady October
She’s wrinkled and worn
Her beauty fading fast
She limps through the days
Energy waning
Sleeping
longer each night
Dreaming
of lost youth
Shivering
under a hoarfrost blanket
Cold hands hiding her
warm heart
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posting at d’Verse Poets Open Mic too
Collaboration for Peace – 36

Photo by Candy
It may be narrow
Obscured by our own
Selfish shadows we
So carelessly cast
We may trip
Fall
Stumble
Or stray aimlessly
From the path
But there is always
A gateway to peace
© Mish 2016
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visit Mish at http://mishunderstood.com
Moon Lit
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet shared the background of the Shadorma poetry form and challenged us to write our own using some of the ‘rules’ of classic haiku.
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Moon Lit
Hunter’s moon
lights the barren field
where we met
last summer
rabbits scurry off to hide
are you hiding too
Turning
Transforming with Nature’s Wonders
Hannah has challenged us to find a quote to tickle our muses. Here’s one from Bob Dylan
“I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.”
~ Bob Dylan
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Turning
my muse was hiding among
the gathering clouds
pouting,sullen,and dusky
when slowly a patch
of blue elbowed through
and I,
like a flower,
turned toward the sun
Bellwether
D’Verse Meeting the Bar – Bob Dylan
Bellwether
He spelled out the conflict
Of our youth
Like the letters on a Ouija board
He held the planchette
Pointing to the emotions
Of the Beat Generation,
The discord of the
Flower Children
Strumming the background
Music that accompanied
The distortions of the decades
Words that have kept the kid
In me alive
Oh So Yellow





Pumped
This is a rubber ducky race game at an orchard in GA

Weather Forecast
Quadrille #18 -Cloud
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk, is tending bar at d’Verse Poets Pub and has challenged us to write a Quadrille using the word cloud
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Weather Forecast
the weather man predicts
sunny skies and gentle breezes
a perfect day for picnics, bike rides
and butter pecan ice cream cones
all the things we did together
when we were together
now
alone
inside
the forecast is
cloudy
with a chance of tears
Rusty Art
A Splash of Rust & Gold – Micro Poetry at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Inspired by the poetry of John Pepper Clark
Rusty Art
Rusty leaves release
Their grasp
Twirling earthward on
Invisible air currents
To land in a jumbled mosaic