clicks, sticks, bricks, ticks
rickety ticks on sticks and rocks
fickle ticks from deer stick
tricky ticks stick to socks
two ticks
few ticks
who’s ticks
deer’s ticks
sticks on bricks
rickety ticks
ticks on socks
sticks and rocks
inspiration: Dr. Seuss
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Night time softness.
Almost soundless.
A click. A tick.
Sporadic hiss.
Stealthy paws. Rustling leaves.
Nature’s pause. Squeaky cheeps.
A sigh. A shush.
Voiceless whispers.
Hushed muffles, nearly nothingness.
Midnight’s swathe of timeless
silence.
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…and disappointments,
blur my view,
mess with my mood.
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your bothered sigh
another day
a squeak
a bang
sliding doors
nearby voices fading far
muffled jumble
meaningless words
engines and brakes
thumps and car doors
invisible airplane overhead purr
a singular
dispirited
gnarling bark
hums
buzz
someone’s busy outdoor chores
then
quiet
nothing
but wind and birds and bugs silence
til
a swishing swirl
swiftly spinning
bicycle wheels
one more sip, your final gulp
sun up sounds
summer’s day waking up
A summer sky.
The pungent scent.
Faded rag ties loosely wrapped
around unwieldy plants.
Vines already bending,
winding a trail,
down to the ground.
The annual ritual of gardening.
tomato plant (original photo 6/20/19)
Can’t help but wonder at the splendor of the color.
Can’t help but breathe deeper and believe it’s really cooler and fresher,
and life is surely better.
That the magic we’re all chasing is hovering there,
in the soft blurry ancient mounds.
Sweet blue, on blue, on blue color.
original unedited photo (photographed 6/4/19)
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