Sloth

No one awaits

No one cares.

   Right

Freely choosing

   where to go

And then not doing so.

   Nice

Reclining

Trying to go to sleep

Even languish

Drowsily figuring it out

   Fine

Hearing the phone ring on

Check and decide

Not this time

   Quite.

Someone‘s fond of me

After all

Still

   I am not.

 ____________________________________________________________Written for OSW

‘Woman Resting’ by Deborah Conroy

On Water...

______________________

Everything is possible

In water

The rigid trunks of the trees

Rest and relax

In this waving water

As they get rid of

What is unbendable

Despite the past stronger winds

And what tight was

Becomes soft

And eased off

Yes, everything is possible

In water

Water gets rid of tears

And all the others

who come to reflect…

It all becomes whimsical

Progressing into that unreal stop

Even your tough face today

Sweetly swinging

Smiles

  on water.

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Painted Reflection by Astrid Strahm 

hot night

Crickets and frogs

What do they ask for

In their issues

Their sound

And this cool breeze

Through my window

Breaking the serene night

Of my silence.

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♥         Anikeev Sergey (Ukrainian artist) - Sleeping woman

hope

Unfinished

These fragments

Persistent

Immaterial

Hoping you were

Were not trying

Trying again the old formula

Breathe in, breathe out

Hoping I had

Was having

One last shower

Putting on

My favourite silky piece

Bringing back old memories

Allaying

Hoping you are...
You know
Knowing and never forget
You are who you are
 
Hoping you are...
You accept
Accepting there is no way back
 And time is not going to stop
For you
Or anyone.

Hoping you are...
You realize
Realizing I was

Longing so little ago

For the end of what’s now

A desired

Shivering winter

Hoping we are...

Hoping we were

Sinking  into my inner sea

Meaningless

Unforgettable.

Hopeless.

______________________________________________________Posted for One Shot Wednesday

Image: Reclining Woman by Jan Rauchwerger

Ruined Sunday ~(a 160)

Bright sunshine morning

Sigh

My smile anticipates

Waiting on our love

With plans

So well planned

Ruined by your call

Sorry forgot

 It’s  father’s day

See you tomorrow!

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As selfish as love can be…

How much can you say in just 160 characters? Do and let Monkey Man know!

Image: At the Window by Satkki

common sense

And you...

Still unaware of your running risks

Reminding me to beware of mine.

And I ...

Unable to control my will

Relaxing you

On my thighs.

And it’s ok

That’s alright

For that’s the way we like

This unpredictability of ours.

And they...

Reluctant to accept

Our concern

Reducing us

To mere,

Weird

Fatuity.

 

____________________________________________Posted for OSW. 

Solstice Drafts

What if we have a nap

    In my secret

    So secret yard

Which is not behind

Or next to any land

     Created just for me

    by the guardian spirit

What if we run

    along the notes

   played by this sea

   which is not hidden

but only we can get to see.

     It’ll be nice nice nice

          Life life life

   and listen and smell

   together

    this infatuation

which  is not forbidden

why, nobody understands

What if we play with our words

   those

   which we only infer

   and seize

What if we touch,

    caress and kiss

What if we do

and reach

     high high high

until the nap is

     inevitable?

____________________________________               PIC  > Ramon Kelley "Bronze Girl"1994

 

 

poetry and so

...

Attempts to open one’s heart

To whomever.

So he said

Now that I have it all
I feel most disgraceful

the Door, 2010

That’s sad, yet

I’ll make a poem out of that

He meant it

And so did I

A poem?

Yes, poetry I write

No idea what that is…

That’s not just that

Problem is

     you can’t see poetry in me...

You do

And not realize

     have no idea

What this means

To me

Ideas I have

That’s why

I cannot conceive

You have it all

And reject to see

In you or me

The swinging power

of

     Poetry.

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Posted for OSW and
 Poets United,, today celebrating their first anniverssary!!!

THANKS both for letting me be part of your amazing work and recognition.
 :-)

beautiful

Some beauty

More beauty

Visits my place

All the beauty

Above beauty

Kissing my neck

I refuse to refuse

And yet

Beauty stands

Out -stands

Overcomes

Inspires

Perspires

Within me.

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