Morning Dew

As I sit outside on the porch looking out across the fields. Drinking my tea and sitting in my rocker waiting for the sun to come up. The air smells fresh and clean while it is cool outside caused by the dew on the ground…

Poem 12 – Worker Bee

Stuck, trapped, gasping for breath, Slave to a system waiting for death, Alone in this life everyone’s the same, Wasting the years for someone else’s name. Forty hours a week until you drop dead, Destroys the imaginations inside your head, Born a worker bee forever…

The Garden Out My Window (prompt 24)

Through the blinds I used to see a tall Norwegian maple with leaves the color of tanned leather bigger than my outspread hand. It had a scar along the trunk, a long vertical burn where lightning struck one afternoon without rain or storm.   We…

Hour Twenty-Four: Traveling outside my window

Travel with me   Through the slits in my blinds My ever-growing evergreen buries the mailbox kisses the windowpane every time the wind blows   To the right of the walk An ancient maple that attacked my roof last spring When it lost one of…

Reflections

Mother/Daughter Reflections   I stare at myself in the glare Of the mirror And wonder what became of My youth, my beauty. I see the same eyes, my mouth, The furrow I make with my brows When I think, And realize those have not aged….

Poem 11 – Making Bread

Kneading the dough? What I need is to rise An early start But the street cries The sun is yawning Ready to hypnotize Not fully there I sympathize ‘C’mon, let’s go!’ A time to bake Why we couldn’t do this When I’m more awake Already…

Saturday on the Beach

From space they look like pollen, (the umbrellas blooming on the beach) row after row by the shoreline, like a pollen garden planned and plotted on a grid (this section for yellow blooms, this one for the blue) with precision, obsession, waiting for the wind…

Poem 10 – The Illuminations

wow what an orgy of bright flashes and radiation the dashing and dancing it’ll leave you white the distraction becomes very obtrusive the swelling florescent green it supplies opens my reluctant eyes while the curs-ed yellows attack like wasps eager to burrow into my skin…

Moon-Ku

Slowly moving moon Velvet cloak encased waiting Sunrising sublime

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