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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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Time of summer
heralded by shadows
riding below
the black crow

Mist rising above a still creek
filters through kudzu
Spanish moss leaking
from gnarled branches

Within the belt of a dark forest
nestled hidden from all
save a few tested and chosen
a sentinel waits