Tiny sparks
like flames of life
Die in the night air
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Variegated Hosted by Sue W and GC
Deep within the damp shallow grave
the Seer’s inner gaze
watched a finger twitch
Her vision dim and the call
of her spell shattered words
split into silence by fear
Fractured images mingled together
drifts of newly dug earth shifted
a scream and her creations emerged
I love to rock
it soothes my soul
back and forth
forth and back
Then do it again and again
Slow or fast
sometimes in-between
sitting way up front
or curled into the back
It doesn’t much matter to me
I rock in the morning
I rock at night
I rock in the evening
and at dawn’s first light
Often I rock myself to sleep
I’m an old woman now
not much more to be said
except now I can rock
morning, noon and night
And no one can complain about that!
Summer heat beating down
scorching young leaves
turning green grass brown
Flowers turn their face to the rays
only to droop and gradually fade
just past the hot midday
Birds take to the safety of trees
their little wings held out
trying to cool in the warm breeze
Crickets chirp and frogs sing
even before the dusk rolls in
hoping a cool night they’ll bring
Cats and dogs alike seek shade
waiting for owners return
from school and work for the day
I stand beneath the old Palm Tree
breathlessly waiting for you
to return from a turbulent sea
Another rainstorm without you
far away in another land
in another life
with others
Happy people surround you
love a side of you
I will never know
in this life
Memories assault my weariness
rain pounding the camper roof
the sound melodious and raw
as we lay together
Lightening and thunder
form an impenetrable wall
blocking out the world
outside us
Too soon the tempest ended
the time of your leaving came
a kiss a goodbye
and you were gone
Another thunderstorm without you
rain slashes the shingled roof
thunder rocks misty windows
I lay alone and listen
In response to
bushboy’s Ragtag Daily Prompt –
Thursday word: Vitiated
My flowers have bloomed
there’s barely any room
so full and luscious they are
After watering them last night
I wound the hose up tight
slipped into my bed to sleep
Bright morning had come
a warm summer day sun
to go out and enjoy my new buds
Oh horror and dismay
to find my garden in disarray
not a single flower bud in sight
My garden’s abominated
each stem and bud vitiated
a silly rabbit the one to blame
One more day is all I ask
to tend my sweet flowers
Complete my garden tasks
Watch them grow another day
to see their blazing colors
This mantra I do pray
Make sure the luscious soil
stays nicely moist
Watering my lovely cinquefoil‘s
To hear the bees all around
bouncing flower to flower
Singing their happy bee sounds
Shoo the wild squirrel’s
out from my bedded bulbs
Their bushy tails unfurled
Pull errant unsightly weeds
beneath the plants they hide
Apologizing for the need
Seedlings need transplanted
their pots have grown too small
For this I must be granted
Just one more day I implore
to gaze upon my garden
Or perhaps even a little more!
Christmas is gone
six months ago
Sweltering July
working hard to push
June aside
Windows closed tight
since April or perhaps May
Summer winds blasting
south with heated intensity
Electricity mongers rejoice
The aged table still sits
beneath a cooling unit
Best suited to a yesteryear
theme park carnival ride
Water droplets drip in rebellion
There is a shelf sturdy and strong
just down from the tabletops edge
though covered with dust now it is
Neatly within gift packages reside
scotch tape yellow and curled
Boxes swathed in holiday wrap
from birthdays past to Santa’s big night
A few carry a bunny or two from when the boy
was not yet a man – and even after
The package on top
hardly dusty at all
taken from beneath
her tiny light-covered tree
now placed along with the rest
Waiting for their day to be retrieved
(Wishing a wonderful birthday month to my son. I hope you are healthy, happy and loved. I miss you. Mom)
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