poetry

Weaving 101 Intersections of Life

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You never know

from row to row

when the loom is set

for random weft.

The thrill of gliding

the shuttle rarely idling

seeing the intersections

as the beater changed sections.

It takes patience and pulse

for final results

hope is alive for beauty

that comes with such duty.

At the end of the rows

when at last threads are closed

and the fringe is displayed

one is rarely dismayed.

Such are life’s intersections

from various directions

the results as we tarry

may not be intentions.

The fabric of life

is, as it is, blended

bringing color and light

to be naturally vivid.

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This is my response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt “Fabric.”

Thank you to Denise for challenging us each week!

non-fiction, poetry

Little Fellow

Little fellow found comfort with his thumb, if you tried to stop him, he would go “unh, unh, unh.”

Then one day we tried the sipping cup, he gave up his thumb, he was growing up.

He learned to walk when we would hold his hands; Daddy made him a board so he could stand.

Wherever he was he’d be by our side; And oh, how he loved to in his wagon ride.

Sipping water as we climbed the sky, ears a popping but he did not cry.

Little fellow always for the ride, no matter what he would rather laugh than cry.

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Six Sentence Story Link is Here

non-fiction, poetry

Circling to my Soul

orange vinyl record
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Around the turntable the vinyl spins, the little circle spindled
Needles tracking and magically, sounds of Kansas reach my ears
Dust in the Wind plays to my soul, creating thoughts and sending electric vibes
Dropping another hit mix to the table Janis belts out her heart
Cat waits his turn while I sing along with my girl
And this is how it is when music speaks to my soul

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This is a combination of prompts of my Kansas prompt for National Poetry Month and of the weekly Six Sentence Story prompt by Girlie on the Edge.
Who knows what tomorrow might bring.

poetry

Coloring the Day into Night

photo of sailing boat
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Coloring the Day into Night

Coloring the sails with clouded light

Drifting to the sea blue green white foaming

Living in the lifeboat made for you and me

And now we will know freedom

Every walkway shadowed

Sanded with the substance of pinks

Glassine with shimmery powders

Gasping for air and sinking

Grasp my hand and pull me up

Let me stay beside my ever more

Sipping from the silver chalice

Once more to know sweet ardor

Communion is not for the crowds

But for the one who partakes

A personal commitment to being more

Yet to be more is to be less