open mic / Shadorma November (ShaNov)

there i am
caught in a spotlight
a writing
open mic
my voice spilling out those words
i penned from the deep

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Tomorrow is the first day of Shadorma November (ShaNov) during which I am inviting others to join me in posting a Shadorma a day for the month.

Each Sunday I will do a “round-up” providing a link to the blogs participating. For those who can’t post everyday, provide a ping-back or link on the November 1 post and then each Sunday of the month thereafter  to your offering for the week

You can let me know on this post or on the ShaNov page if you are intending to post a Shadorma so I can link to your blog on tomorrow’s page.

light switch

insomnia

here it is
the insomnia
what lessons
have been learned
from this nodding in and out
the awakening

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A few days away from the beginning of Shadorma November during which I am inviting others to join me in posting a Shadorma a day for the month.  Each Sunday I will do a “round-up” providing a link to the blogs participating. For those who can’t post everyday, provide a ping-back or link on the November 1 post and then each Sunday of the month thereafter  to your offering for the week.

power lines

Mundane Monday Challenge #133

The Morning News

start the day
with the world crashing
fires burning
nerves on edge
at the end of my tether
where to go from here

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A few days away from the beginning of Shadorma November during which I am inviting others to join me in posting a Shadorma a day for the month.  Each Sunday I will do a “round-up” providing a link to the blogs participating. For those who can’t post everyday, provide a ping-back or link on the November 1 post and then each Sunday of the month thereafter  to your offering for the week.

 

End of October

some nights

augur

tending to
this river of sand
observing
the ripples
what arises what ceases
i am the witness

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A friendly reminder that Shadorma November  is approaching. Check out the page for more information.

Forest Bridge

balance beam

when you and i walk
our balance beam
trying not to fall

we look like those birds
who awkwardly enjoy
the currents of the wind

to the great hall

Thursday Door Challenge

A photograph from Port Townsend posted on a previous blog under a different name.

The Flow Between

safe harbor

long ago
we were set adrift
one last time
together
we leaned into the tempest
and headed for home

the innocents

you play as if yesterday had returned
bolting into that public square

deep into a flock of pigeons
who scattered to the sky

as you reached for them
thinking that they were doves
full of peace

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Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #112

Backyard Mallards