Sunshine in windows
Morning coffee brew
Strength to rise again
Dishes drying
Postman’s clutter
Factory’s noon whistle.
Spending life waiting for the routine to end before beginning the day once more. Occupied with reading, listening, watching, all the while waiting, anticipating with hope, dreaming it will change, but if not, waiting for it to end.
Please await my show
Pause in your garden journey
Autumn blooms coming
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It is all the rage
New look, new age
Going native is what it’s called
I was hardly enthralled
The nude look is not really my style
And for him, well it’s been a while
His trying to duplicate
The 17 year old mate
He was when we first met
Oh my god, shouldn’t regret
Seeing the vision
But was his decision
After a while
I had to smile
Native was when I fell into his ardor
I think it’s an image I can harbor
Reliving romantic memories
I’m happy he too, is thinking of these
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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/09/17/fowc-with-fandango-duplicate/#like-35086
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/native/
My first attempt at this Prompt from dVerse poets.com
The line I choose is from Robert Frost’s Birches: “They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.”
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White birch trees complimented the green of the Vermont landscape, much like the black and white Holsteins dot the low hills. Both are striking contrasting visions to the lush emerald hues surrounding them. With age and weather, “as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel” the smoother white bark curls and opens to reveal the dark inner self. This is truly aging with beauty.
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Golden moon
The nighttime watcher
Shine on announcing autumn
Your beauty is incomparable
Orange gold purveyor of the coming chill.
https://amanpan.com/2019/09/16/brewnspew-cafe-september-16-2016/?blogsub=confirming#subscribe-blog
Love
Always
Requited
Displayed often
My attention shown in my reflection
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/photo-challenge-281/#like-18668
I see you staring, wondering what’s inside. Admire burnished beauty? I’m used to it, no worries. What’s with the locks? Well I am ancient after all, different locks have been removed or added over the years. Feeling woozy? That’s perfectly normal. Come close, look inside.
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https://katmyrman.com/2019/09/17/twittering-tales-154-17-september-2019/#like-20875
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I feel passion for almost everything. The top of the list would be just life, living after cancer makes you appreciate the day to day stuff. Articulate, eh? Family, love, nature all important.
Apparently not.
I am as happy as I can be. If I had a close friend I met five years ago near me, I would be happier, but we’re about 8 hours away from each other and don’t drive.
I do experience stress but not usually for myself. Usually for a family member if they are stressed for whatever reason. I try not to read about Trump too much because he causes me the most stress.
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My first attempt at this. I only have a cell phone camera, but I love up-close detail in photos. Here they are:
Of course unsteady hands and only a phone don’t work well for really close pix, which I love to see here on WP.
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