Summer skin

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Still summer warms –

deny, neglect, -

a sweet cocoon

in chamber of my heart,

a letter/fluff

I swallow, ah,

lulled vigilance…

as if no other seasons

to long for,

so no reason to be sad…

Just raindrops

trembling on the edge of

brevity

the things, the words,

the days,

dissolving in the blink

of eye…

Alas, surmise,

we live with every breath

this paradise,

rewinding later

as a dream,

enchanted under autumn

brass…

Trapped verse

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Every verse feed

tend to hold

an idea in it,

the light

I collect for

future retreat;

these words

wild, unbrushed,

they screaming,

surrealistic,

scaffold

imperfect,

wrong partnered,

spilled

on the journal lined

field.

They demand

my return,

they require

ownership,

kneeling/bow

for the gift,

trapped in

the soul

longing

to serve… 

Bathed...

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The statue lolled…

wrathful fingers

ashamed not

to prance through

shattering

hearts…

I park

my thoughts

deep in the shady

alley,

drifting with

seagulls

on the edge

of tide,

dialing

ghosts

“why, why…

best of,

best of,

best of…”

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Read more at:  Sunday's Whirligig #15

Collection

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In the midst of July stride

post dawn, but a chance

to climb the hill

embracing wind & sun,

the heat will come in

later, veiling the skin.

I’m breathing in

the mown lawn,

frogs prayer in the morn,

woodpecker’s Morse code,

and moan of every leave

outstretched under my feet.

I keep within collected sighs,

a grid to recall and complete

my path as another life or

god’s caprice…

when time is ripe

and tired shadows

rest under the trees…

Children games

Pieter Bruegel – 1560 – Children’s Games (Wikipedia)

The golden rings…

not worn out -

just lost the purpose,

disconnected chain

fell apart,

though

from one side of fence,

now serve

entertainment

dance

for those, not yet

familiar with

a cycle of life.

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Agreement

Nicolas Carone, Shadow Dance, 2007

Under the quilts

Bones trembling

In sync

Crawled in heart

Cracked

Splintered doubts

Clay/grain escape

Shadows-crows

Open field fate…

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl #206

Tipping points

Morning glory ~ photo by Kumiharu Shimizu

Morning glory

Your eye follows me

Even in dreams.

Even in dreams

I’ve tried to escape

To live/leave my best.

To live/leave my best

Perceiving a new voyage

Unknown territory.

Unknown territory

Submerged chessboard cell

Skipped on first turn.

Skipped on first turn

I look back to chances

Missing tipping points.

Missing tipping points

Wave brought to the shore

Artifacts.

Artifacts

God’s approval of love/life

Morning glory…

* * *

Morning glory

Your eye follows me

Even in dreams.

Even in dreams

We have plenty of time

From dawn to dusk…

Note: Inspired by Kumiharu Shimizu photo 'Morning glory' and the symbolic meaning of Morning glory.