Carpe Diem #1833

 between the roses

a small cocoon moves on the breeze

awakening a butterfly

Chevrefeuille

 

a young butterfly

sips at the honeysuckle

 sweet summery drink

Carpe Diem #1832

 

we live in a world

inhabited by a golden host

of vain daffy dills

arrogant and self centred

mostly from the male species

Wordle # 209

 

no hugs
social distancing
no need for lipstick
wearing a mask
but i confess
i can still wink with elan

once upon a time
an oddity
wearing a sex pistol  t shirt
followed her home intending to
murmur incoherent  sweet nothings
in her ear
whilst stroking her thighs
but had a change of  heart
when she delivered
a sharp right to his head

reeling
he thought he could hear wedding bells
and the quavering  voice of a vicar saying
let no man put asunder

 

Mindlovemisery Menagerie 

Writers Pantry # 40

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Carpe Diem - Rainy Day

cold and deserted

 no one's singing in the rain 

not anymore

Wordle #208 MLMM

 

the renaissance man

his crisp white shirt 

gold buttons

melding with sleeves 

of  sumptuous brocade

tucked into his tight leggings

was unaware of the

empty headed girl

deftly snipping a ringlet coil

from his wig for a souvenir 

twas coup de foudre

 

 

Boris Buggers Britain

row row row your boat

 boris is in trouble 

unless he ditches the rule of 6 

his troubles will be doubled

Whirligig # 281 - Writers Pantry #35

 

 

 

sculpted fingers framed shadows edge bridge feet bones grace religion water
cinders

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "I Found Kin in a Thrift Store Photograph" by Aaron Coleman:

 

 

sculpted fingers
joined in prayer
broken statue in a churchyard

 

shadows framed
against water's edge under a bridge
picturesque pleasant land

 

and did those feet
in ancient times
walk upon england's mountains green
unlikely

 

religion now in cinders
relevant as dinosaur bones
in a secular society without grace

 

 

Writers’ Pantry #35: Change Happens (for the Better, Let’s Hope)

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