Hour Seven: The Offering

We offer you

all you need.

If need proves not enough

for satisfying

 

 

your empty places,

we offer you

all you want

or think you do.

 

 

If this offer leaves you

wanting more,

we offer you

all you desire

 

 

or yearn to have.

If heart’s desire disappoints,

another’s needs

we offer you

 

On seeing the Adder

It was only by a sheer coincidence

that I changed my routine

Went for a walk to Eggerslack Woods

And not in the Oak Woods nearby.

I walked for nearly two miles

And then out of boredom, I decided

To walk through a long grassy field.

I saw a sudden movement and stopped.

Then I saw her – the female adder

Reddish brown with black diamonds

On her back shimmering, silvery in the light.

She shrugged her diamonds as she slithered

And stopped looking at me with her beady eyes.

I retreated a few steps and she was gone.

On the way back her image came back to me.

Hour Seven – Viator

I felt as if I was floating

I sat and watched the wind pushing itself across the water

How can I keep this

Feeling from sinking?

 

No one came for me and yet

I felt as if I was floating

All alone

I watched the bee climb the golden flowers of autumn

 

She didn’t mind me

Does she have someone that cares for her back at the hive?

I felt as if I was floating

When she called me,

 

It was unexpected.

I could hear her voice

that whole day

I felt as if I was floating.

Over the edge #6

I took a walk to the edge
Theyd told me wasn’t there
There was a meadow
Wild flowers and long grass
Made the trek at least bareable
Though the sun was strong
And in my eyes so much
I almost walked straight over
Stumbling back my heart raced
From the shock of near death
And the shock of what I saw
Four elephants
Gargantuan beyond measure
Yet dwarfed by the turtle
On which they too rode
A voice came from behind me
‘So now you know’ it said
I turned and realisation dawned
It was probably the fedora
‘Terry’ I smiled
‘Sir Terry’ he said , a twinkle in his eye.

“Playmates”

Hour Seven:  Ekphrastic from Martin Torrez photo

Each one fights to push my swing. Their heads watch.

They have known me since childhood. They know my secrets.

They know who my new boyfriends are, they know my new girlfriends.

This secret place between nature and I is a special place.

I have grown taller than them now.

I still swing within their humming as the wind sings between their leaves. Since each petal holds a note, only here can I swing and listen to a never-ending childhood melody. DMW

The Sunflower Field- Poem #7 Prompt #7 by Ingrid

Each year I have yearned

to see all the sunflowers

as they turned.

But try as I might,

the sunflowers grew

out of sight!

 

Bowing, bending and blending

Growing beyond my tending!

Until that momentous day when

the wooden swing was made!

 

Over field and

over flower-

I flew overhead

with great power!

Extending my legs and

pushing back my knees,

Oh, the laws of gravity

did I cheat!!!

 

High in the air-

With a Bird’s Eye View

I saw smiling sunflower heads

AND

the neighbour’s dog Blue!

Hour 7 – Rose-of-Sharon

Rose-of-Sharon

In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
The stripped bees creep
Their black bottoms wiggle
As they seep in the sweet nectar

The black swallowtail butterfly
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
Stays but a fraction of a second
A quick drink before fluttering away

Alighting from branch to branch
The ruby throated hummingbird seeks
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
A little ambrosia from each

The blossoms are tired and few this year
Yet the visitors are many and eager
I wonder that there is nectar enough
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon

Counting Summer’s Blessings

Waiting to sit down on a most inviting swing,
if surrounded by a sunflowers is your thing?
Grab a cold iced-tea or some sparkling water,
and you’ll find this sunny scene is made to order.
So, take a chance on this set in Kansas romance.
Like Dorothy in Oz, go fling the time away,
unless from summer allergies you oft fall prey,
or summer’s temperatures are alarming,
then you really won’t find the scene so charming.
But if you can count the flowers like your blessings,
you will find summer’s tableau most suggesting.

Hour 7: Viator

I wish you knew how much I cared

It used to be so easy

You would never have to question

Now I wonder if you still love me,

 

I can’t peer through the thoughts in your head

I wish you knew how much I cared

But you created made up scenarios in your head

And misconstrued the things I have said,

 

Settled away from your touch

Piercing words that sting with vengeance

I wish you know how much I cared

I wonder, can we,

 

Come together

Amend the broken-hearted,

Ponder on the fact that

I wish you knew how much I cared.

Breath

Hour Seven

Tethered to breath
a rise and fall
of chest-
a lift of torso
and a spirit,
or what is left.
Triggering the vagus
a nerve once shaking
as it’s coiled
in suspended animation
until the breath’s release,
and to which pulse
can now find peace.