Time To Wake Up

RED Wednesday: NOVEMBER

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023

Nights are cold, it’s time to wear sweaters  even during the day

Old houses look like new houses decorated in gold and reds and greens

Vintage music, vintage holiday decorations dusty and forgotten are new again

Every trip to the store, to a relatives’s house, even the cemetery is an adventure

Maybe it will rain, maybe it will snow, hopefully the Sun will stay above the clouds

Baking in a warm kitchen with my dog waiting for a taste of a warm cookie

Enjoying the quiet and the calm that only November can bring

Relaxing by firelight and a good book- Summer is a nightmare I’ve woken up from.

Look Who Is Home!

RDP Tuesday: STAY

Seasons, holidays, traditions, celebrations

Travel with us around the Sun

All of them land one by one, welcomed back  with passion

Yet  there is only one I wait for…Halloween

A Wight In Flight

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Gliding not soaring

How far, how long will you travel?

Open sky, empty grave

Streets named for dogs and flowers and lost lovers

Twilight eternal will you find the land of fallen stars?

Raggabrash

 

Na/GloPoWriMo Prompt#19:  The challenge is to write an abecedarian poem

Comic By Natalie Dee

 

Abracadabra I will amaze you

Behold I will dazzle you with

Crafty turns of phrases my

Deft use of the language

Everyone will gasp and shout “Bravo” and then

For your amusement with nothing up my sleeve I shall

Google words and run to Dictionary dot com and I will

Hijack  what I find  and put them down on this page

It will be magic it will be like I did it on purpose and

Just when you think I’m done PRESTO I shall present you with

Kaleidoscope of words, turning like wind chimes caught in the breeze

Lovely sounds that make pictures in the air, diving around your head like a

Murder of of crows

Never before have you seen such magic, such skill,

Over the top with the greatest of ease, I am the writer

Playing magician , playing poet from my magic hat I shall pull out

Quiet thoughts and quiet words that take you to another place that

Raced from my head

Screeched in delight

Try to catch us Anita try to make sense of us

Uh-oh Princess you missed us again it was a

Valiant effort horror writer, butcher of beauty maker of  monster infested dreams

We applauded your effort until we saw you hoist your flag and sail away on your

Xebec  with it’s skeleton crew

Yes I guess this was another fun  mess what fun and then I heard someone scream

Zounderkite you mock us! You don’t play fair!