she - fall...

She – fall-

          ing with

                   a tree…

                             yellow…

                                      maple…

leave after  leave,

the fantasy

of free

chains changing

to field;

recollection begins,

when between eyes

of two alike days

the lightning glimpse

with sunny rain,

or first frost at

                                        crispy track

alters/creates

a new pattern,

the mark

of new facet.

Its music reminds

the ancient revels’ flow,

the prophecy/foliage

at the earth altar 

autumn will throw.

                                       

...a little taller

Harvest Moon above the Chicago Harbor Light ~ Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Intrigues

Multiplied like summer flies

Blotches at the moon

*

The path untraveled

Outside the Earth orbit

Lighthouse dream

Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI #174

Carving soul

d'Verse Poetic ~ Carved in stone

I’ve sensed your soul

in the depth of the

century

Promoted the den(s) city

to family falling

rocks, mountains

Shoulders, spine bent

long ears – open

to farewell

Crushed

in the grinder

of age

A m a z e… we found

unconsciously follow

in the spiral

of carving…

Read more at: d'Verse Poetic: Carved in stone, hosted by Bjorn

Synesthesia

Pablo Picasso. Music painting

“Why do two colors,

Put one next to the other

Sing?...”

P. Picasso

                        1.

I speeding up every time

Nearby the Hwy 169

A coffee shop.

                   2.

I swiftly sink

In the flowerbed

Such a fresh aroma.

                   3.

His eyes caught the smell

The particles of burnt out maple leaves

Landed on the asphalt.

                   4.

I saw your breath

Sahara warmth

My shoulders loose.

                   5.

Radiant aura

Around treetop on the hill

When she spoke.

                   6.

Heavy steps on the stairs

In her heart chamber

Still knight approaching.

Source

Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI  #14 ~ Synesthesia

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Edges

Source

You said: we must cut

the sharp edges

to smooth the life of

the risk and trial

(in your near-sight-

edness)…

Instead we got double

efforts, and querying:

how to overcome

underwater rocks

and craters, escape

the pokes of

wicked spindle…

you said: now,

in no time,

we can afford

the lethargic sleep

for (another?) 100 years…

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Vacillate no more!

George Tooker, self-portrait


fantasy

My place, where I live now, is in the ravine.

Any wondering anemic katydid delays the leap, when sense the twitching placenta over it….

Once inexplicable melancholy took hold on me. I found in a stash the written mantra. It assisted me in the transformation…

The shell – an artifact, belong now to the museum of human limitations.

Metamorphosis

Human intervention

Shell limits.

Wordle #82 ~  Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Read more at: Magpie Tales, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle #82

To ride or not to ride...

photography-on-the-net

Wasn't it odd?

tracing the patterns,

curves

through vicinity -

pond erring

shorebirds

on the mudflats,-

we pandered

our whimsy.

Wandered on dunes,

between the cabins,

the distance -

illusion,

natural wonders

behind

the thin wall

of a reason...

Whirligig # 28 ~ by MMT

Read more at: Imaginary gardens with real toads: Get Listed for October... by M. Grapeling. 

Sunday's Whirligig # 28