petals drop
seeds picked clean
the sunflower sets
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While going through some old photo files, I came across this interesting shot from a while ago. I don’t remember what I was thinking when I took the shot, but I love how it looks!
Photo: Sunflower detail, c.b.w. 2013
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
I make my lists
do this today
do that tomorrow
it all makes sense
I don’t get lost
Until I do and
the leaves scatter
just out of reach
the tiny pieces
that hold me
together
Lost in the
firestorm
I did not create
I sit and wait
for the air
to clear
All I want is
a normal day
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Words: timed free-verse (10 minutes), c.b.w. 2018
Every morning up at five
stretching to punch through
the day and smile
even though it’s dark outside
I’ve been at this too long
trusting the path to turn
one way or the other
On it goes straight past
where I planted my seeds
Still waiting to sprout
trapped in dry sand
Degrees on my wall
fill up the space
giving me pride
for a job well done
But there’s still that
breath I hold inside
A parched throat
thirsty for rain
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Words: Timed free-verse (10 minutes), c.b.w. 2018
sunday mornings
paying the bills
doing the laundry
watching the cat
watch the birds
such mundane things
were never part
of my dreams
full of sparkly flash
beyond my means
it’s when time
moves faster
than you imagined
and takes more
than you want to give
that quiet mornings
and cups of coffee
fill the void with
grateful thoughts
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free-verse, c.b.w. 2018
C.B. Wentworth 