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They walked through fields
Of heather
Seeking remedy
For those
Soon to be together,
Gathering the makings
Of the broom
They’d use
To sweep away their
Woes.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Heather in 27 words
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He copied how his father walked.
He mimicked his older sister.
He laughed at jokes nobody heard.
He scared the babysitter.
He wouldn’t do a thing
That wasn’t done by others.
He was an endless mirror
And annoyance to his brothers.
He drove them all to near insane
Till finally came the time
When he left to get
Hired as a mime.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Zany in 62 words
They rose in steady hum of
Motors aiming to break
Clouds
And dispersed the waves upon the
Sand as life skittered
Aground.
They pointed nose into the
Sky with souls holding on well
And fast
As engines revved anew
And headed home
At last.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: sky
A hummingbird in statute, but a
Megalith of
Hope and
Strength and
Notorious
Mother Earth energy.
Decency incarnate,
Filled with
Determination and
True strength,
She endured
Beyond endurance,
And inspired
Beyond hope,
And will still,
For her legacy shall
Hold.
A real-life super-woman
Even as she was
Super
Human.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Megalith in 49 words
It seems as though you are still summer:
The leaves still green atop your trees
Waves still warm inside your eyes
Sunrise haze in your sky
Sunset late to bed
As sleep lights in
Your soft breath
Upon
Mine.
NONET prompt: “It seems as though you are still summer” (Merwin)
For dVerse poetic 9
During the days there was glare and heat and baking sand and the parched tongue hoping for good water.
But at night, when they made camp, and the chill spooled at their feet and the camels chewed their cud and the humans picked the last crumbs of quick bread off their lap and the blankets were unrolled and small sounds of conversation carried on the breeze; there was ease, and sweetened tea, and the slowing beats of hearts ready for sleep.
And the sky, a dome of diamonds, flowing over them, the old and young and man and beast, as in their dreams they sleep with the moon and swim in the waters soon to ripple under the sun to the east.
Prosery prompt: “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”
What are we to do?
They asked,
When all seems to be
So broken-up?
How can we rectify
When the mess
We allowed
Exceeds nightmare
Proportions?
Perhaps,
The measured response was,
Begin with
Cleaning up.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Rectify in 35 words
A silver light,
In blue
It was.
A glimmer on
Still
Water.
A place of dream
Of home
It was.
A hope for
Time’s lost
Daughter.
Photo by Paolo Nicolello on Unsplash
Candle lighting
The edge
Of the world
And the margins
Of time
To the endless
Flicker
Of loss.
[For Kathryn: you became light eight years ago today. We all loved you. We all love you more.]
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Endless in 18 words
Photo: Andrew Buchanan on Unsplash
Where the green grass ends
And the ocean grows
Is where she lies
And listens
To the crabs
As they crawl
And the fish
As they flutter
And the wind
As it lifts the
Wings of
Sandpipers
And spins
Seashells
On the sand.
For RDP Friday: Lies
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