following my bliss I seem to have lost its scent once it reached my bed
Nirvana
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Category Archives: poetry
That Look
you are judging me I recognize that look from when I’m judging you
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Face
Stocking Up
thoughts for a penny such a bargain for wisdom give me all you’ve got
Chance Encounter
We met one morning, you and I.
You stood stock-still and watched me
with fear, I think.
Curious, I stood-stock still
so as not to scare you away.
Had you been older
(and less enchanting),
our encounter might have gone
quite differently.
If you felt cornered
you’d bare your teeth,
and hiss a warning
for me to stay away.
You may have tried the ploy
of playing possum,
flat on your side, stiff and unmoving,
eyes closed in mock death.
I might have poked you with a stick,
testing your resolve to continue
this risky gambit.
It would be a long stick and a soft poke,
lest you chose to resurrect.
But as it was, we simply met,
assessed our respective threats,
and finding none, we parted ways.
Should we meet again,
I’ll hold no kind sentiment.
You will sense no familiarity.
Despite our chance encounter,
your innocence and my curiosity,
we are not – and never shall be –
kindred souls.
Discover Challenge: Chance Encounter
Puzzling
it's a puzzle how the picture comes together one piece at a time
The Daily Post One-Word Prompt: Chaos
Abandoned
left without a word now come crawling back to me I’m so glad you’re home
Daily Post One-Word Prompt: Abandoned
Yin-Yang
seed of light in dark
seed of dark in light
sowing
interreliance
Y is for Yin-Yang.
Fade
time weathered recall memories once vibrant hues faded like old paint
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Abstract
Circle Dance
Round moon makes its
rounds around the
round earth that moves
‘round the bright,
round life-giving sun.
Cyclical seasons grow the
round bulbs of spring into
round flowers in summer that
round out colorful bouquets.
‘Round about autumn we
round up fallen leaves into
rounded piles to jump in and play.
Round snowballs fly as
round-faced children run
‘round in the wintry cold.
Cyclical seasons
round out our years as we
cycle through ages and stages in the
circle dance of life.
R is for Round.
Privacy
I didn’t hedge my bet
that the hedge would stay,
but the leaves left
and I was left with
a whole new view
on my view.
Sometimes privacy can be a real pane.
Stained glass privacy screen I recently made for my bathroom.
I raise my glass to glass.
P is for Privacy.
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