Outer Banks: Sand Dunes

Tall Grass
Photo Credit Danny James. Outer Banks North Carolina

Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.

They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.

She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.

Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.

Robert Frost

Picture It and Write

This post is in response to Ermilia and her Picture It & Write prompt.

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The moon rose blood-red

What began in tragedy

Ended in triumph

The fires devastated the world

From the cooling waters a new living thing emerged

The Cave — Picture It & Write

This post is in response to ermilia.

by Jonathan Taylor Sweet

Tell me again about the past

The one where everything was green or blue

Why now just us

In this winter cave

I only see the future and in this dream there is but one of us

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Haibun Thinking: Week 2 — Change In Command

Haibun Thinking:

The prompt I chose:

 Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Robert Burns

Photo Credit: Google

She had witnessed the way some of the old town gentlemen celebrated their nights. Not a woman in sight except for those that prepared the feast on which these pigs stuffed themselves. Relegated to the role of waitress was not her style. Beckoning at their every call sent her brows up like two woolly worms getting ready to fight. And on top of that she had to clean up their filthy mess. She thought her future would consist of a lovely husband some rug rats to keep things interesting. Every night she dreamed of them in their graves.

jealously she had

 an old girl should have some  fun

not in this boy’s club

But she dreamed, and with the other ladies left at home, made a plan. Nothing drastic. Nobody would get hurt. The beer will still flow and the fiddle play. Roles would just be reversed. These decrepit drunks would soon be asleep.

when these old men wake

this village of Alloway

belongs to the girls

Charlie Corporate

This is my first post for the first Haibun Thinking – a new Haibun Writing Challenge. The prompt I chose was:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

****

His rise through the ladders of work left him breathless.

Time out for marriage that was for sure.

There were kids his wife assured.

No one mentioned this unfairness.

***

One more time he had to check this corporate allure.

Corporate Gods before all.

Up, up towards that impossible goal for sure.

With all this some say he had a lot of gall.

***

Once there, everything had been left behind.

But no one was there to see him now.

He thought he was a gift to mankind.

But in the end he wasn’t even the cats meow.

a rose for my love

i wish i could play again

one more chance to smell

CARPE DIEM “Little Ones”

In this weeks Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special challenge “Little Ones” we are asked to create an American Sentence. Created by Allen Ginsberg to make an “American” form of haiku, the sentence follows the same syllable count as a traditional haiku: 17. Written left to right vs vertically.

Inquisitive face, wagging tail, pleading their case, wishing beyond hope.

Night Sky Moon

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Double blue moons reflected light from the Sun

historical collision occurred and then their was one

landscapes form our current Moon are by design

the universe benefits from our earthshine

at your apogee we see our great galaxy

These five sentences are in response to Lillie McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction: Moon.

Picture It & Write — Purple Passion

Go to Picture It & Write over at Ermilia blog. Every week they post a picture to inspire a story or poem or whatever.

pretty purple splash

 a taste just for old times sake

one day at a time

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Carpe Diem Haiku — Volga River

Volga River

As Paulo and Hilal are departing from Moscow it’s late in the evening so it could be very dark and I think they didn’t saw the Volga that night, maybe they did saw it reflecting the lights of the TSR or the moon … we don’t know, but what we know is that they crossed for sure the Volga.
Our journey continues and we will go deeper into the Soviet Union the next days and weeks, but it is for sure an adventure …

the strawberry moon

reflections flood our small room

liquid flows below

Carpe Diem #365 – Yaroslavl Train Station

Train Station

For Carpe Diem #365 – Yaroslavl

Still travelling on the Trans-Siberian Railroad.

slowing down i see

visions are all around me

station in a mist

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