Destination Unknown – Hour Twenty

Destination Unknown I hopped in the car, destination unknown I had no direction in view I took off in the morning, for a break from the chaos But where I was headed, no clue Many choices before me – Air, land or sea And whether…

Prompt Twenty – Dugga Dugga

Hour Twenty – Text Prompt: Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week.   Dugga Dugga   Not sure how or…

H20.P20

Time always seems to be still in the dawn.          I stand above the shore, waves dance in, sometimes a waltz, sometimes a funky chicken. Light ripples across the horizon, shades of summer mixed with a winter storn, or blue skys, a…

Abstract sanctuary (19th Hour)

surrounded by the carpet and the pillars and the Köts, cats, cauts, kittens. No cats. When- win, Wind- does, do’s, doe’s Windowes ,win those. Pains, window pains. Enclosed white walls, The kitchen, Re-frigerated ice box With the built in meat preserver.   Frozen watermelon chunks…

10pm. Poem 20 Mornings with Lucy

10pm. Poem 20 Mornings with Lucy She comes to me at first alarm laying her head on my breast settling in tummy to tummy She makes biscuits and closes her eyes to heal me with her rhythmic purr. She is my morning. She is the…

Poem 20

Morning Theta waves  wakes me up to influence— a meditative  state, which opens my heart to hear, “Today is a great day!”

Routine

Lately, I sit down to write, but cry instead. Usually, I let Roy out in the backyard Before breakfast and his early morning walk Sometimes, He bites me and I say he’s only a puppy. Almost always, I sleep deeply and wake refreshed. Once in…

Water Meditation

Each night between dusk and sundown I pause to water the garden. There is nothing more important in that moment. I pay attention as I go. With attention, I notice and appreciate the flow of water growth and change new buds, full blossoms, and scattered…

Hour 20 image prompt – Lemure

I am like this lemur A red furred black faced beast Who’s sensitive to issues And prefers to feel peace I hate to be a bother I lurk with golden eyes And if you try to trap me I’m not an ideal prize I belong…

Ratatouille (a nonet) – Hour 16, prompt 16

Sliced tomatoes, zucchini, squash, we in circles, patterns numbered three red, yellow, green, bake and boil drizzled with olive oil olive, garlic, see finish thee a treat Oui!   – Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023  

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