Utopia

This weeks idea is "utopia". Since we are living our lives at such a frantic pace with more to-do's than ever before... what is your idea of a place or even a day that is perfect? Prompted by Traveling Poetry Thursday.

To this, I add my own disclaimer: 'Watch what you get - it may be something you wished for!'

summer - my utopia - idle days of balmy and bright
sun's rays glazing water, moonbeams from the night

fresh grass, blooming plants, lonely roads, a trace of heat
my bronze tinted body, jacket-free and sock-less

fragrance of flowers, hum of bird movement
al fresco lunch and carefree ambles into dusk

dishwasher emptied with home and garden
upkeep sans my hand, freshly steamed coffee

creative play with broadband, colorful banter/blog
long drives in the woods, bursts of laughter and song

and Utopia for others ~what they wish it to be
health and happiness but, please, eighty degrees for me




Video clip composed in Photo Story. Digital photos by Sue.
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3WW Tanka

useless as a bruise
topknot flops, dark feather falls
misplaced bluejay raps
at the kitchen window pane
hunting cheap fast-food dining











Digital Photo by Sue
3WordWednesday Prompt: useless, misplaced, feather
North of Summer available at Lulu Publishing
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Runaway

"I never play the television. It's a curse, you know, television." -- Peter Jennings

I leave the plight of man
mute in Cyclops’ box,

flee across deep water
that binds peaks together
watch in grateful silence
where autumn on a string
drags shapely shadows
through ungroomed pines
shrugging off a zephyrs’ breath,
comb-tooth clouds part the sky,
aircraft blink a low-flung sun
to cast unanswered code.

The ferry comes to take me home.
Still a little bit shy of bliss
I sigh and wave it on.

Bliss, original watercolor by Sue
Journey ~ Prompt by Writers' Island
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Snips and Snails

portable
cheerfulness for stormy days
his rainbows



one by one
a smile at a time
delights all



youngest boy
harvests happiness
gives it back



Snips and Snails (boyhood)- prompt by One Deep Breath
North of Summer, A Decade of Poetry available at Lulu Publishing
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