Spell Check did not like this piece… he,he,he Reeds rocking restfully in mid-winter’s Boreas; shhhush… shhhush… shhhush… Frozen pond stiff as starched white shirt; thuggg… thuggg… thuggg… Brittle marsh gasses woefully whistling in wind; whooo… whooo… whooo… Branched birds busy in skeleton trees; chick-a-dee-dee-dee… chick-a-dee-dee-dee… Alone in winter wood wondering why frigid air is left [...]
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Winter Thoughts
Posted by wolfsrosebud on January 10, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/winter-thoughts/
Life’s Struggles
Life’s Struggles Within one a battle arises; reflections of land, surf, and sun distressed from the elements. Sand abrasive as anger on a man’s tongue, foam engulfs those at sand’s edge leaving filth spewed from its mouth, wrath hurls ships through troubled waters, malice refuses to toss the life ring; as the old man hugs [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on October 20, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/10/20/lifes-struggles/
Lunch
Lunch We sit in local eatery; lay all out on the table; the golden fries, hot sandwiches, tall cool drinks, our ever-changing lives, growing fears, and happy memories which have subtly gone by like Wisconsin’s changing seasons. “Only a few miles away, I love it when we are together. We must do it more.” smiles [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on September 29, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/09/29/lunch/
Wheels
Wheels Someday I’ll have wheels… the young man on a dirt bike says as he dashes up and down hills; leaving puffs of dust behind not knowing more can be complicated. Someday I’ll have better wheels… utters the owner of a compact car with dreams of expensive sport’s cars; leaving pools of oil stains on [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on September 27, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/09/27/wheels/
The Moan
The Moan In the distant, winds herald a gentle moan which is stirred; a tune like a solemn lullaby persistent on the breeze. Ushered by mellow wind’s peacefully past my window; for a moment… an ambience appears as if coexistent; train, wind, and I float as a single note lingering into night. Stop by the [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on September 17, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/09/17/the-moan/
Water Emerald
Water Emerald foam whipping cream atop bottle green algae salad for a hungry fish; frothy eddies swirl in square dance fashion rock encase, worn like a glove i think it must be love!
Posted by wolfsrosebud on August 22, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/08/22/1811/
Reflection
Hanging Out Whatever happened to waiting? Clock is clicking as I hurry from events; unfolding swift like the bustle of a bridal gown. Whatever happened to loafing? Kicking back my worn out sneakers; like a youngster sliding off socks revealing tender chubby toes. Whatever happened to musing? Lazy thoughts flipping through one’s [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on June 21, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/reflection-2/
Diction
Foreshadowing it’s all been said… before, you know the prose the verse the unending outline it’s all been said… before, you know the rhyme the imagery the unfinished deadline it’s all been said… before, you know the metaphor the meter the unbalanced line it’s all been said… before, you know the sonnet [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on June 7, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/06/07/diction/
Pointed
In Session On a sunny slope facing south… stands an ornamental crab. Its out-stretched branches kiss the cloudless sky. Blooms rock in the breeze, like a mother at rest embracing nursing babe. On a sunny slope facing south… rests a wooden bench. Its sturdy form stares over a marsh. Views of fowl flying, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on May 31, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/pointed/
Luna Moth
(Written for One Shot Wednesdays. See link at bottom right.) Morning Journey Luna Moth lime green creature delicate tear-drop wing Serene… cradled in my open palm Magnolia tree veiled vanilla blossoms lazy latticed leaves lean Tranquil… framed in my cordial palm Smoky Mountains distant rolling hills hazy, homespun hill on high Immovable… cradled in [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on May 10, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/05/10/luna-moth/
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