Happy June Skywatchers

A summer dream

Awakens me

A life of

Sandy toes

And beach dates

A blissful

June evening

Happy Sky Watch all!!

Send Me Summer!

Hi Skywatchers,

Freezing temperatures in the Northeast has me longing for the good days of summer.



Warm beautiful light
Send me a little summer
I yearn for the sun

The Bubble Squad

Hi all,

Happy October. To begin this month’s posts, I chose the short story prompt over at Bluebell Books. The image is inspired by Charlottes Fancy. I hope you enjoy the child's play in this piece.

Kent couldn’t take his eyes off of bubbles. They had this radioactive glow in sunlight. He watched them until they burst onto pavement. It took the shape of our summer: one beautiful, brief burst.

“Man, we’re too old for this crap,” Matt declared. He cocked his Cubs hat sideways. “Kent, quit staring at those bubbles. Ya big dummy!” He started snapping his fingers in Kent’s face but Kent wouldn’t budge. He was content in the land of bubbles.

“I think the sun fried his brains,” I sighed. Hannah didn’t listen to us complaining. She found the simple joy of summer pursing her lips and releasing her bubbles into the wind. And Kent was her lone but eager spectator.

“Ah hell, I’m a man amongst boys,” Matt spat and he slung his ball from view. “Seriously, don’t you guys wanna play catch? You know I need practice for the JV squad.”

“Nah, I like watching Kent drool,” I laughed.

“Hey, it’s the Bubble Squad,” Sandy shouted. She and Tiffany sped their bikes around the corner to taunt us. I turned to face nasty, no-good Sandy. But she was suddenly charming with that Kool-Aid red dye in her hair. Her cheeks were flushed with a special summer glow.

“Yea, it’s the Bubble Squad. You guys suck,” Tiffany taunted. The insult was enough to wake Kent form his stupor.

“Get lost girls,” Matt threatened and he raised his left fist at Sandy.

“I’d like to see you try it,” she fired back. Sandy was a few inches taller than Matt with her mean, bulldog smile. I felt giddy staring into her cold, heartless eyes. It was the beginning of love and madness.

“Let’s be mature about this guys.” My old man had said something like that before. I gave Sandy a sloppy grin and winked at her. She shot me a dirty look before speeding away on her bike. Tiffany reluctantly followed after her.

“Why did you defend Psycho Sandy,” Matt snapped. “Are you in love, doofus?” I could feel my face turning beet red. “Lay off the girls. They’re poison,” he laughed. He shared a smile with me and ruffled my hair.

We felt the first autumn wind brush against our faces as the bubbles, girls, and baseball drifted away in the final days of summer.

Summer Glory

I gaze up at summer glory and discover the heavens are endlessly full and divine…I will bask in all the joyous days summer gives me.

I hope you all enjoy the skies in your neighborhood.

Rambling (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. This week's theme is rambling.

Us
Rambling
Foolish hearts
Sitting real tall
Shooting with the wind
Riding the morning sun
Chasing our stilted shadows
Following children after dark
Drinking in summer’s endless nights

Up
Rambling
The dawn laughs
Wet, new morning
Rain showers soak us
Dancing feet in couplets
Embracing the body of time
Riding on the surprise of love
Living and loving and rambling on

Perfect Shade of Yellow

Hi all,

This is a fresh poem I am eager to share with you.

I am that perfect shade of yellow
Dewdrops from the sun above
I am the yellow of tulips
Flirting in the spring
I am the yellow summertime
Whipping against your knees
I am the butterfly poemed in yellow
Wrapped in a cocoon of bliss
I am the yellow egg that hisses
I am the yellow squeezed from oranges
I am that arching sun that greets you
And sets my head to meet you
I am befriending, yellow, and meek

Lips Don't Lie

Hi all,

I wrote this poem a few months back, but spring fever and the hum of summer prompted me to post this piece. Perhaps summer love and new opportunities await in the near future!

You are intoxicated by the mosquito scent of summers gone by
Turning its lazy head upon an everlasting sun
I have taken my seat in some girlish youth
Picking those dandelions straight from their roots
My lips don’t lie but you’ve never loved me
Never noticed the pout on my lips, the curl of my vowels
The vibrato and melody of my vocal chords
You’ve never noticed them perhaps till now
I can’t read you, you’ve passed over to daylight
And daydreamed where the clouds divide in the sky
Say a prayer for me in those great, blue heavens
Awaiting your love, my lips don’t lie

Summer's Face

Summer’s face
Is seductively strong
Like a flame etched
In blue skies
Expanding and pregnant
Upon our faces
Our bodies are wax
Beneath her burning face
We are pools of water
Seeking our own shadows
Summer is red and jubilant
Her weight and breath
Is inescapable
Hot with summertime romance

Summer Solstice

The way the sun gazes down on me
His eyes hot and longing
To see me sprinting in a summer dress
Canary yellow and sweet like lemonade tea
Bare toes sleeping in the sand
Napping while my book drifts in the breeze
Blue waves cackle in uncharted seas
Summer scent attracts the bees
Endure the cool breath of fall
And the icy accent of winter's call
Now the sun holds me in his smile
Summer solstice I'm beguiled

June Jive

She came down with a fever
A case of the June Jive
Heat swept across her brow
Red peppers crushed along her spine
She felt tingly and strutted around bare
Her pink toes melting in the summer air
Her dress was like a butterfly sprouting wings
Off it flew in the wind and swam in the breeze

Naked in the cool stream drifting
Eyes dropping low like sunset
She spotted a fellow sporting fever
His back was brown and perspiring dew
Hot gaze tugged her body like a riverboat
Sailing limbs encircling the summer sun
Lips itching with a case of June Jive
Find a quenchable mate to pass the time

May (Haiku)

May wakes with a laugh
Her hair sweet like sunshine wafts
Breeze blowing summer

Summer Rain (Acrostic)

I chose the lovely Acrostic Summer Rain for my next poem, which conjures up a beautiful image in the dead of winter. Special thanks to Amias for these delightful prompts:

Sultry, soaked kisses

Under the umbrella

Marries foreign lips

Musically passionate gifts

Enveloping the earlobes

Raindrops caress skin

Releasing inner bliss

A childlike leap

In silvery puddles

Near lovers feet