Hour #19 – Benny


My Dog Stares At Me – Hour #11

Friends call it “stink eye.”
He knows everything I think.
Rarely leaves my side.

It’s really not a stink eye
stare. Just love, just love, just love.

 

 

 

 

 

Benny

Please put that away.
You don’t need another one.
I know I’m handsome.

I suppose Mom loves me lots.
Okay, I’ll pose. Just one more.

Hour #18 – Purple Ink

There is one light shining on the desk
the clock keeps steady beat
even though correct time seems to escape

Pieces of my life rest against table and chair
guitar
an empty glass
a pen with purple ink

I am grateful for this sacred place
where laughter and black dog fur
discern their place

I slip away
into deep night sleep
to wait for the next hour’s chime

Hour #17 – Nope

It stopped raining.

Bacon and eggs and frozen waffles are in the fridge,
a reward for getting through to the early morning hours.
I’m vegan.

The Bean is grumbling wanting to go upstairs and sleep.
Little does he know….

My eyes are beginning to burn.

And I don’t like any of the image prompts.

This will have to do for now,
hoping for a second wind.

It’s time for a walk.

 

Hour # 16 – Safe Travels

Only the strongest are chosen
Muscles, wingspan, heart
It takes all three to lift a plane
Move it forward
Place it down
Archangels are badass

Hour #15 – A Bang or A Whisper

Was it really a big bang?

Or just a whisper?

A tiny seed cracking open
searching for nourishment
………………………………reaching out
……………………………………………stretching
…………………………………………………….weak only in our eyes
gargantuan strength in its new being
pushing soil aside to make room
raising its head
somehow discerning its way to Light
and
perceiving its own strength
both coming from within
having done this before
an ancient wisdom

The beginning has no beginning

It is a wheel that turns
and turns again
and when we listen
………………………..remember
……………………………………..honor
……………………………………………reach deeply back to our ancestors
we are infinite

Hour #14 – Pachamama

 

The land knows you, even when you are lost.
Robin Wall Kimmerer
Braiding Sweetgrass

 

 

In break of rain,
……………………………….barefoot,
………………………………………………..I  I walk to get the mail.

 

Concrete barrier between us,
…………………………………………..man made rock,
……………………………………………………………………..a convenience for them,

cannotseparatemefromyou.

 

 

 

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