Stairway to heaven – 1983

For Susie’s prompt at Real Toads – stairs

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Stairway to Heaven – 1983

sweltering day in Philadelphia –
the air downtown smells of rotting vegetables
exhaust and pretzels.
I climb the two steps up into
the trolley –
exhausted from a day of cooking
and glad there are not more than
two steps –
the air from the open windows
is sweltering is hot as the air
blasting out of a 500 degree oven.
I get off at my stop and begin
the slow slog up the rickety
apartment stairs to my
third floor apartment –
I open the door and step inside
and…
alone at last – the overhead fan
and the fan in the window cool the apartment.
I sit in the rocker by the window
and look down on the street below.
I fall into a short nap –
My bare feet are up on the coffee table.
Heaven.
A cold glass of lemonade.
Heaven.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs –
I ignore the knocks.
I am in heaven and nobody else is allowed.

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Haikai Challenge #19 – Skylark

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song of a skylark
floats across summer pasture –
a sound of pure joy

Shade

For dVerse Poetics. Today Lillian is hosting the prompt. Our poem can contain derivatives of the word “shade” but must include the word “shade”. http://dversepoets.com/2017/08/08/seeking-some-shade-today/

Hot summer day –
The shade lies resting on the lawn
tossing and turning
in the heat generated breeze,
growing shorter all the while
until dusk
when it calls it a day and joins
the darkness on the grass
and finally goes to sleep –
stretching out in the dew bedecked grass
ready to get up and start a new day
at dawn

dVerse: The View From Our Windows

At dVerse today, Lillian is the pubtender extraordinaire. She challenges us to write a poem about a view outside our window or from the outside looking in. We must also include a picture of the view. We are still celebrating our 6th Anniversary this. Come join us for special fun, special prompts, special times: http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/18/looking-out-looking-in/

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Beneath the Crape Myrtle
bright pink blooms against
summer sky – cat naps beneath –
restful in the shade –
SamCat the Ripper loved hanging out
beneath this crape myrtle tree –
he’d roll in the grass
and twist his body around –
his paws reaching for the sky.
pink blooms fade and fall –
cool wind scatters the petals –
the place is silent now

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Silent Thunder Moon

For Real toads Tuesday platform: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-tuesday-platform_11.html  NOTE: in North America, the full moons are given various names by the Native American tribes, according to their geography within the US. The “thunder” moon is from the Lakota Sioux.

Silent Thunder Moon
silver night –
the full thunder moon paints
my yard in argent tones.
silent night –
the full thunder moon sits
and watches the world below.
silver night
silent night –
hot steamy air
sweat runs down my skin under my tee shirt.
i take off my glasses
and the world resolves
into night camo shades.
silent – painted with silver
and drenched with dew
I sit.
the thunder moon is
silent – insects sleep deeply –
lone mockingbird sings

Dreaming Corn

for Michael at Read Toads.  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.se/2017/07/get-listed-july.html    I am doing my first prompt for Real Toads using some of the words listed.

Dreaming Corn
rows of corn dream under
the peach ice cream moon.
crickets drone and birds sleep.
the sun begins to rise in shades
of raspberryorangelemon sherbet
and already at 6:00 a.m. it is 90 degrees
worth of heat. Birds begin to
sing, talking to one another
as they fling themselves to the blue sky
and back to the corn.
the stalks of corn form a cathedral
built of tall green towers
and music of rustling leaves.
birds tell each other of ants on this stalk,
crickets hiding under a fallen stalk
and flying bugs buzzing about.
ripening ears listen to the gossip.
the heat is a sweat of moist green.
until at dusk the birds discuss sleep
and slowly grow silent.
rows of corn dream under
the peach ice cream moon.

dVerse Poets Pub – OLN

Welcome to dVerse’s Open Link Night where there are no prompts – you can post one poem of your choice. Come over to the pub and enjoy cool quaffs of good poetry. http://dversepoets.com/2017/06/29/open-link-199-and-summer-break/

cool dry day – blue skies
drift overhead – hawks gliding
hunting – sparrows hide

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