Peeking Moon

An American Sentence for the prompt at Poets United Wednesday Midweek Motif – At the Moment…  The full cold moon is peaking 12:12:12:12.  My husband has been in hospital since Monday with pneumonia.

Peeking Moon
“It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.” ― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

The full cold moon peeked in the window the moment I kissed my husband.

Blue Skies

Laura’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is “Less is more”. With that in mind, I have written an American Sentence.  So less is truly more.

Blue Skies
I never get tired of the blue sky.” – Vincent van Gogh

A cloudless blue sky gives hope even to the birds that fly through the storms.

copyright Toni Spencer

Lost Leaves

For Poets United Midweek Motif – Longing. An American Sentence. Also for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.

Lost Leaves
“To ask why we fall in love is to ask why the leaves fall.” ― Jimvirle/Jinvirle

Autumn deepens; faded leaves swirl in the cold wind searching for their tree.

Haibun: Family

Today is Haibun  Monday at dVerse Poets Pub.  “This week, let us consider gratitude: Its essence, those reasons we have for feeling it, and what our lives—and our world—may look like if we live it.”  Frank wants us to write about gratitude.  It isn’t just for American Thanksgiving, but for us all.  Traditionalist that I am, I am ending this with an American Sentence.

 

Family
“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.” Richard Bach

The black and white photo, a Polaroid. One of the first my mother took with her new camera she bought for the heck of it. We all stared in wonder as the picture appeared on the film and she wiped the swab of developer/fixer across it. The photo has lasted for 62 years. It shows us all around the Thanksgiving table – my great-grandfather, my grandmother and grandfather, my father and mother and me, and my two aunts, the younger sisters of my mother. In the center of the table is a huge turkey, a ham, and a big platter of my father’s perfect fried chicken. Bowls of vegetables from the garden canned or frozen, and on the sideboard salads,  a luscious fresh coconut cake, several pies, a pecan pound cake with an orange glaze. The first cake I had ever baked. I was six.
We are sitting around the table smiling at the camera. My mother pressed the remote bulb and there we are, frozen in time. Now the only people left alive in the photo are my two aunts and I. However, I look in the scrapbook at the photo with tears in my eyes and gratitude in my heart. My family. My people, my tribe. How when we went around the table to speak what we were thankful for, we all to a person said, “Family”.

Love surrounds us daily even when family has passed to heaven.

Shells

An American Sentence for the Prompt today at Real Toads. We have a mystery guest with a list of words. I know who it is!!!! And she makes amazing word lists.

Shells
“The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell emerges strange and lovely.” – D. H. Lawrence

Shells like strewn lemon sticks on the shore of an onyx sea speak to me.

 

Bull

For Frank’s prompt at dVerse – Poetry Imitation. He wants us to imitate different forms of poetry. I am doing a second one in imitation of Ginsberg – an American Sentence.

Bull
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”- Oscar Wilde

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery – oh how trite.

Cold

An American sentence for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is hosting.

Cold
“It’s too cold outside for angels to fly.” ― Ed Sheeran

On a dreary street corner the addicts huddle together for warmth.

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