White Plume

White Plume Who knows from where The white plume flew Making the green undergrowth its home Perhaps a little egret Pampered, lost and lonely Left a trail for its mischievous lover Hour 22 @varenyas

Prompt 22 ~ Post # 22 ~Called To Write

I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site.   I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…

22 – Bless the Muse

Bless the Muse who stayed by my side tapping my shoulder whispering in my ear offering words when my tongue was parched and my mind empty. I will send you silver strands from my head on the backs of Sunday breezes in gratitude for your…

prompt 22 hour 22

prompt 22 hour 22 these little gifts   these little gifts remind me that I am never alone: feathers are connections to those beings who see the world above the little things that seem most able to ground us – make us small when we…

Leisurely Stroll

I will take a leisurely stroll by the sidewalk And drink in the site of machinery idling in the construction ground as I walk The wired fence of the site is no barrier to my walk I am prepared to enjoy the journey; that is…

#22 Failure

He hunched his shoulders, Walking, fading into the big city, One of the many with dreams unfulfilled efforts unrewarded, No takers for his skill. He had walked his path, But destination eluded him, His wants dying on his tongue, with all the mouths he had…

The Toast

24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”   The Toast   A grateful guest stood up With some grateful words His tongue no doubt loosened But still inventing enchanting words   “I thank the host, for this wonderful evening and am astonished at his efforts that leave…

My Palms

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

8:00 p.m The harvest of the waiting

Under celebration of annual harvest and subsequent feast, before the first frost the people put them on the list of self-invited guests allowing to gobble up, excessive drinking, spreading gossips and other stuff. She felt enormously bored and pursued the way in neglection. He was…