This is my Weekend Sky today, relaxing at an outdoor jazz concert in Newport Beach.
Stay cool, bloggy friends.
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A tangle of branches
Climbs into the clouds,
Swaying in the soft summer breeze.
Gentle scene offers a reprieve
From the dramas playing out on the ground.
Teeth against talons–
A stream of screams breaks the peace
And the air bleeds with sound.
Seeds borne of strife
Sail through the winds of time,
A boon to one,
An ending to another,
And the sun continues to shine.
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Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 559. Words are: tangle breeze stream clouds sway reprieve teeth bleed seeds climb branches boon.
Jim has an important post up about World Ocean Day. It’s tragic how we’ve polluted our beautiful home planet, and I hope we can all help clean up and cherish our Earth before it’s too late. Here’s a lovely song by Enya to celebrate the oceans, even if that wasn’t what the “Orinoco Flow” lyrics originally intended to do (Songfacts).
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Morning gold shimmers
Behind soft purple curtains
Promises await
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Haiku written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
I took this pic (original is at the top left) on Thursday afternoon and thought it would be fun to play with. I cropped out the buildings and street to focus on the sky. I really love the feathery clouds!
Posted for Hammad’s Weekend Sky.
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They say all good things
Come in small packages:
A bit of fine chocolate,
The quick whiff of jasmine,
An unbroken seashell,
A delicate hummingbird,
The purr of a kitten,
A few kindhearted words.
A smattering of dewdrops
On a miniature blossom
Glisten like tears
At the return of the dawn.
One night at a time
Is how I get through—
Each, a minuscule victory
Since I lost you.
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Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
I had such a wonderful birthday weekend, full of family and fun and hugs and smiles and delicious treats. One of the cool things we did was visit the Carlsbad flower fields. This is where they grow a rainbow ocean of blooms to sell to flower shops and grocery stores. It was an incredible experience to see all the beautiful blossoms in one place!
There were also food vendors, plants for sale, and a great cover band. Truly lovely.
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Posted for Trent’s Weekly Smile.
Jack got that all too familiar sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he finished the last piece of his lunch. Oh no, he thought, and retched it all back up on the rocks.
“I told you so!” Sally barked.
Freakin’ sea lions, Jack grumbled to himself. Always think they know everything. But he had to be nice to Sally because she knew where the choice trout hung out. “You were right. Again,” he admitted. “That was a disgusting human, not one of the piquant seals I love.”
Sally nodded and lionsplained. “It’s easy for you sharks to mistake one for the other. The humans look a little like seals in those wetsuits, and let’s face it, you guys don’t have the best judgment. But I’m sorry your lunch is ruined, Jack. I’ll help you find some trout for dinner later, for I am an expert fish finder. Try not to get in any trouble for the next few hours.”
Jack rolled his eyes and stared at the seabirds winging across the sky. If only he could be freed from this watery hell and grab up some delicious land food, like a goat or a golden retriever, mmm. Oh well. He dove back into the depths.
A lost baby tuna approached him. “Pardon the imposition. Do you know the way to San Francisco?”
Jack gave her his best shark smile. “Follow me.”
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Written for Fandango’s Story Starter.
The bee buzzed a secret to the rose, who swore she’d never tell. But the days grew cold and her head drooped low; the burden became too heavy for her withering petals. She whispered the words to a vagabond crow–what could it hurt, this wandering bird? But he sold the news for a scatter of seeds. The tree promised to keep the secret to herself. She did until the sweet southern wind came around once more, tapping at her door. Her blushing leaves gave the secret up to him.
This is why there’s no honey this sad, sad spring.
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Image from Pexels.
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The line of ducks is quiet
As the willow weeps beside me;
We have formed a strange alliance
In the shadows of this silence.
River ripples blue and violet,
Untroubled by a conscience;
Forgetting is asylum,
When my mind becomes an island.
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Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt and Twiglet 272.
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