Blushing Sky

Hi skywatchers

Purple, blushing sky
Gazes longingly
Upon the earth
Timeless light

Hope you take the time to enjoy the sky in your neighboorhood!!

Hollow (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This week's theme at O.S.I. is hollow. I am using alliteration in this piece.

Her hollow heart
Halfway
Healing
Hurting
Hiding
Hoping and
Holding her
Horrors
Heroines with halos
Hoist her
High
Helium and heat
Horizon
Heaven
Healing
Her hollow heart

One Thousand Gifts

Hello bloggers,

Currently, I'm reading a spiritual and thought provoking book entitled One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are. In this book Ann Voskamp challenges herself and her readers to list the many blessings in our lives. By discovering and unwrapping our daily blessings, we can find more joy and appreciation for all the things God gives us. I'm going to share some of my list every Sunday on this blog:

God's everlasting love and mercy

His forgiveness

The friendship of others

The kindness of strangers

Small talk at the bus stop

The breath in my body

My strong, beating heart

Lessons in everyday challenges

Swinging

Hi all,

I'm posting for Thursday Tales. This week's photo is inspired by Ruxi at DeviantArt.

Tall, beautiful trees coiled in the distance. The fog parted her white veil and scattered creatures into the wind. Beyond, the light possessed a magical splendor. It felt ripe and full against her skin. She concentrated on swinging. Her long tendrils swung back and forth against lace. Her legs pumped higher in a defiant kick against gravity. She closed her eyes and drifted off into the cool shade of her dreams.

Answer

Hi all,

This is a spiritual and reflective piece. I hope you enjoy!

I answer
And you answer back
A growling assurance
That wills the world
And universe
Through the future
And back
That bends the light
Of present sorrows
And darker pasts
A field of questions
Bending in the grass
I answer
And you answer back

Sarcastic (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am posting this creative poem for O.S.I. The theme is sarcastic.

Sarcastic grins
Little boys
With rocks in their hands
Hurling stone
At the moon
Elusive, wide, and yellow
In the great Milky Way of memory
Years elapse
Gaping from my window
Rugged men
With rocks in their hands
Sarcastic grins

Just Because (Acrostic Only)

Hi all,

Here’s some late night poetry for you:

Journey with his eyes
Under his soft lashes
Sun down and dark
Tearing into his soul

Beyond his light gaze
Enduring passion that lasts
Casual touch in jest
Arising her inner heat
Up flight of stairs
Swapping kisses in darkness
Enveloped in the moment

This is posted for Acrostic Only

Sunrise Anew

The sun
In all its virtues

Obedient, full, and rising
Lights our way
In the blinding rush
Of daily life

Happy Sky Watch to all!

Steady Stream

Hi all,

This is a new freestyle poem I wrote:

Be
The steady stream
That borrows no pain
And empties no sorrow

Be
As vast as eternity
Blue and rich
Blessed in divinity

Be
The wondrous stream
That has no future
Or past

Just be
The present, steady stream

Pi-Ku!!

Hi all,

After a long weekend, I returned to blogging and discovered this fun prompt. Today is Pi Day (March 14, 3/14, 3.14). O.S.I. is celebrating this day with a unique writing prompt. The style requires (3 syllables, 1 syallble, 4 syllables) Here is my take.

Delicious
Bite
All problems solved

City Skyline

Hi skywatchers,

Gazing at the city skyline, my camera captured a very unique and wavy color scheme.

Smoky city
‘Neath the blue sky
Of sunset’s blush

Happy Sky Watch:

Piano Lessons

Hi all,

I am writing the following story for Thursday Tales. The accompanying photo is by Roxana Enache at DeviantArt.

Mr. Santiago’s lesson yawned with the lazy, August afternoon. Reanna stumbled over the keys as his fingers fluttered beside hers naturally. The ceiling fan shrieked out above them, blowing hot air on their faces.

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been practicing,” Mr. Santiago spoke sternly. He wiped the sweat off his brow as his eyes grew artic and distant. Reanna glanced hard at the floor. Her reflection rippled in the glossy, fluorescent wax.

“May I ask why you are here?” His eyes had softened in the sun, but she didn’t raise her head.

“My mother,” she answered in one incoherent mumble. His gaze was oppressive and exhausting.

“Yes, she was a fine pianist,” he spoke fondly. His eyes danced across the black and white keys reminiscing.

“We were classmates way back when. I marveled at the spark in her eyes whenever she played. She possessed such fierce emotional connection with every note. But you haven‘t inherited it.”

Mr. Santiago stopped playing. His displeasure swept across his face from one end to the other.

“Put your heart into the lesson. Otherwise, don’t waste my time.” His words landed across her face with a cold snap. It raised her from the inescapably hot room. She didn’t raise her head and look at him. The spot on the floor started spinning.

She banged her head against the hot, piano keys. The vibrations purred out long and slow as Mr. Santiago’s footsteps sauntered away. The most beautiful music was peace.

Accidental (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is accidental.

Unbridled tongue
Heated words
Was it accidental?
Unravelling from your lips
Incendiary speech
Purely accidental?
Kindling fires
Raging wars
Merely accidental?
Leaving scars
On my soul
Unaccidental

Color Me June

Hi all,

I discovered an earlier piece of writing among my school work. This short story is entitled Color Me June. I wrote this back in 2005. I enjoyed reading this colorful work on a rainy, March day. Hope you enjoy it as well.

It must be June. Colorful, colorful June. Jesse wrapped between her mother’s legs as she braids her hair piece by piece. Tender locks set in place. Mama finishes and pats her head. Away she goes fluttering like a butterfly and swaying to the beat.

She steps left, steps right. Oh she is a sight to see like the dame dancing in the cool lights of a club, wrapped tightly in her man’s arms. He’s got a suit on like neon lights, beads of sweat on his face. They dance real close, so close that their breath becomes one in that stagnant room. Her dress is a red pepper red, so hot he wants to back away. But her curves have him begging for more.

She bends closer for a kiss. A kiss as bright and hot as her dress. Nearby, the patrons ogle. A little gray creeping in their hair and into their bones. But they remember the hot, steamy Junes of before. With every movement, her curves swing. With every gyration, his pulse quickens. Their lips lock as he moves his hands down like waves gliding over the ocean.

Somewhere June dances as May bows out. It waltzes off to its own curtain call. And colorful, colorful June with its red, green, orange, blue, and purple hues, sways back and forth to the saxophone.

Head Over Heels (Acrostic)

Hi all,
I am posting this for Acrostic Only. The theme is Head Over Heels.

Hesitating in the moment
Electrifying impulse rising up
Arresting her beating heart
Dividing her soul within

Opportune to her taste
Visceral through her waist
Encroaching arms grow stronger
Rotating her hips longer

Holding her heart up
Elevating through the eyes
Exciting her admirer’s touch
Lighting in her bosom
Sweeping bodies into night

Birds of A Feather

Birds of a feather
Flock towards
Silver skies
Infinite and wide

Happy Sky Watch everyone!