Prompt 11: Hour 11: Perfection

Periwinkle colored sand clouds that spread for miles sourdough bread baking in the distance  skyscrapers obsolete,  as if finding a needle in a haystack.   The storefronts  displaying their magical fall treasures  as we all finally have beat the heat of Summer.    My version…

Hour Eleven

Nature or Love? I never see the forest for the trees I always find myself longing to be in nature and yet, I never know what to do when I get there The first time I went to a state park the forest ranger told…

Hour 11: Coffee

Dreams culminate as the sun kisses the eyes, rising up to hug the vast azure above. Fresh as a morning dew on a bright new day, the swirling aromas of the coffee flavors sailing in the air, capture the senses to awaken the beautiful ideas.

Poem 11: To Look at Flowers That Are Blue

To Look at Flowers That Are Blue,   and not pink or red, is one of the only ways to peer into sky’s own eye. To breathe song   into lungs, skip the forecast and the night show, skip the fear of memory, and why…

2021: Hour 11 – Word prompt ©️

Your periwinkle eyes, were focused like a needle on the storefront window. So, in that Summer gleam, we made memories that seem impossible to beat When we ate sourdough, And danced; light as a cloud, as we spread our joy down that street.  

10 A rap through the ages

Obsolete are watches, clocks ,cameras and phones designed by Alex Graham Bell. All these replaced by a hand held cell. We, the aged yuppie make way for mellinials and Gen Zee.   Remember when we had boom boxes blasting, Now it’s singing by tick toking…

A Cityscape

I see a cloud of white Against a periwinkle sky With the sun shining through In streaks that beat against The skyscraper and spread out Before the glass storefront

Party

They’re talking They’re all talking And there’s not enough Air   Now They’re looking at me What do I do? Should I say something?   They look away Phew Another conversation at a party avoided

Bread

Baking Periwinkle sourdough bread is life. Like a needle on the beat, I count down from oven time to eating. Even the Forest Ranger pops in when he smells the sweet dough air. Must make sure we have a spread. What’s your choice?