Replay

one doo wop replay night,
from a front row seat
he shines in camera light
his guileless face behind
a single tear near spill.

from a king of sing
innocent words,
a sweet cover for acts
pitting few against many,
rekindle years of sixty

he hums along with love
that lasts a million years



Writers Island prompt: Unforgettable

Tears of Iris, Digital Photo processed in Digital Image Suite
Other Digital Photos here

poetry and photos

Loneliness Haiku

One Deep Breath offered today's prompt: Loneliness



iPod pink
dot blogspot dot com
plastic life



yard fencing
guards the resident
locks life out





Original Watercolor from my Abstract Watercolor Gallery

This is a busy month with both NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. Sometimes I barely remember to get to yoga class (or lotus class as my older daughter calls it!).

poetry watercolor

Daylight Savings

extra hour
disappears at night
unrescued




Fractal Created in Apophysis, edited in IrfanView

My Abstract Watercolor Gallery

For NaBloPoMo
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Gold Fever

Poefusion offered these five words as a prompt: earth, deluge, fluvial, calm and inspissated. After a few dictionary peeks, I managed to eke out the following free verse.

in the calm days
pulled by a fortnight
of squalling deluge
earth gave up
fluvial treasures

inspissated bedrock
uncovered black sand
holding rugged nuggets
gold that outshone the sun
panners roiled the stream

Digital photo courtesy of Breanna Combs, Tacoma.

NaBloPoMo and Nanowrimo
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Work. Not.

willowy
old
retiree
kicks away
early hours and
repulsive boss
smiles often

Actually, this could happen. A person could give up honest labor to post one blog a day and write a novel. In fact, both these events could occur in November. Makes one yearn for a repulsive boss and earlier hours.

Good luck to all NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo participants. May your pens stay at the ready and may your papers not blow away.

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer.
Prompt from Totally Optional Prompts: Work


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Comet and Ghost Head

one windy October night
long after the sun grew cold

somewhere out in distant space
at cross-quarter point of time

a gathering storm stumbled
upon the great Ghost Head Nebula

Comet Holmes tracked the moon
blazed a trail with dragon flames

the sky split with ghastly light
I prayed ET would phone




Prompt by 3WW, Phone, Stumbled and Windy

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Haunted

feathered ghosts
float over mangroves

white egrets




The Morning Bird Rises, Original Watercolor

'Haunted' Prompt by Writers Island
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Change ~ Haiku

golden light
spreads diamond dust
decorates frost


iPod plugs
thumbed text blurts replace
porch gliders




Fractal created in Fractal Explorer
Change is the prompt issued today by One Deep Breath

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Sunday Scribblings, Hospital

Eyes
stalk
nurses
pacing man
recognizes cry
primal response to newborn son

gift shop volunteers
candy stripers
cheerful buffers

daughter retrieves
repaired mother from the orderly
executes chair wheelies

Fractal and Digital Photo merged and processed.
Prompt, Hospital, from Sunday Scribblings
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October

wind rains pinecones
needles and hail
twists saplings
shatters old growth

wind unzips the sky
dumps hemlock seeds
to set fresh roots
in farflung spots

wind invisible
as the trail of a bird
spreads within
to strike end notes of time

October Fractal created in Apophysis
Near Year of Tumblewords Blog available at Lulu Publishing
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Winged

One feathered flock of
tumbler pigeons
guide a herd of clouds

to overwrite the
hum of earth’s turning
stage a showy lomcevak

defy calligraphy
of August dawn where
an eclipse marks the spot




Original Watercolor by Sue
Other Abstracts are shown on Art Gallery
Winged is the poem for the Totally Optional Prompts Thursday

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3WW Poem and Photo

3WW Prompt for this day: care, unexpected, weekend.


an unexpected squall
stormed from the south
screamed past local dopplers
brought ice to our weekend

sassy plovers chilled
feathers flipped forward
exposed goose-bumped skin

crows, too mean to care,
cawed harsh ridicule
before wintry weather retreated
leaving Sunday far behind



Digital Photo. I like this photo but don't know why.
Other digital photos at my gallery on Better Photo

poems and digital photos

Stranger

hard yellow daylight
dropped in her window
harsh wind barked at the roof
tones of irritants rang bells
buzzed out their warning ~
each man she conjures
out of the morning glow
becomes a midnight stranger




Fractal created in Fractal Explorer, edited in IrfanView
This post comes the 'Stranger' prompt by Writers Island
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Two Haiku and Fiery Sunset

For One Deep Breath prompt: 'Closeness'

Four alarm sunset
Hugging tree-pocked mountainside
Flashes unity

clutch of local crones
brown bag Monday at old park
Recall third grade days

Digital Photo courtesy of TKTurner
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Sunday Scribblings #81

Sunday Scribblings prompted:
I thought I would lighten things up a little bit this week. The prompt this week is: "My first act as Queen/ King of the World will be..."

This is my response but I didn't write it until I watched the nightly news, so my levity lessened:

My first act as Queen of the World will be to demote all queens and kings, rulers and presidents, congress and attorneys.

The next: rescind all laws except for the original Ten. Use them.

If I survive that, repair social security, the infrastructure and send warmongers to a man-made island without food, pensions or communication.

Then I’ll inject drinking water with common sense and kindly thoughts.

Elevate education to the level the world needs. Direct the hackers and spammers to improve communication, software and Internet safety and freedom.

To make life better for the living. I’ll not save everyone by medical intervention only to let them starve while trying to pay their medical bills.

Money spent for meds advertising will be diverted to repair those whom the meds damaged.

A maximum wage rather than a minimum wage could stop the corrupts whose annual income would be capped at three million a year. Surely that would cause them give up their frenetic screwples.

Now at the end of my first day, I’ll go to sleep with a smile of security and happiness on my queenly face. Tomorrow is another day.




Fractal created in Fractal Explorer, processed in IrfanView

Measure of Blue

Lesser finches churn the chill
to a threnody of summer,
ten thousand golden leaves
trill their melody of release.

Impassioned by August heat
and shackled by its passing,
I shuffle through a frosty fall
chastened by its blazing pigments.

This was written for the prompt as posted on Totally Optional Prompts...a totally delightful site!

Autumn Fire, Digital Photo by Sue.

Other Digital Photos at Better Photo Gallery

poems and digital photos

3WW Haiku

Prompt words from 3WW: field, second, hide. Three haiku.

second sharp-shinned hawk
spins circles above the field
feral kittens hide

pickers hide
field of glads blooming
second time

seconds hide
in minutes of hours
field of days



Clock image is a combined digital photo and fractal
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Balance Haiku

One Deep Breath is a community of poets writing and sharing haiku, tanka, and/or haibun. Each week we will offer up a new prompt which we hope will inspire your writing.

campfire
shooting stars
loon’s cry

uncurling green
pinch of red
spring blooms

black and white
fencepost sitter
magpie

cave-dark night
absence reigns
hear the sky

The Old Fishing Hole, Original watercolor

Balance. The prompt by One Deep Breath Haiku

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Scribbling Job

This job might be my best one. Thinking...

I own my time, my chair, my computer and my own clutter but being the boss without employees produces a series of serious downfalls.

For example, when the weather is -20 and the milk carton runs dry, I must take the frigid trek. Hmm. In my other life, I did that, too. Come to think of it...

When my coffee mug is empty, I must push the button that refills it with my choice of flavor. Come to think of it...

When the office needs cleaned, it's always my turn. Come to think of it...

My income is scattered, miniscule and most times has gone missing entirely. Come to think of it...

I am my own cheerleader. Come to think of it...

With the exception of a twice-weekly yoga class and several monthly painting or writing meetings, I rarely see bodies other than family. Come to think of it...

This may well be the best job. Come to think of it...

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer and altered in Digital Image Suite.
Abstract Watercolor Gallery

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Poefusion Friday Five

Poefusion today presents these five words: pinion, mizzle, bloodshot, gypsy, thirsty. In a fit of overwriting exuberance, I attempted to use all five. Sigh.

Titlefree

near the end of the ides
a bloodshot sunset dropped
down the hollow, mizzle
dulled the gypsy soul now

thirsty for love and weary
of the intractable pinion
birthed at the black moon

autumn forged a heady brew
carried angst to light,

set her spirit free

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer, altered in IrfanView.
North of Summer, A Decade of Poetry is available at my bookstore at Lulu Publishing
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