Dance Instead

 

A fantasy rapidly

falls on my mind 

as fresh leaves

out of books

crinkling read,

recycle, reuse.

What for has an ocean

to fill. I have

a creativity surge

to empty.

Flow by as stardust

that must nap

on shoulders strong

and unmoving.

Don't ask

me why I'm here.

The answer will reveal

your clever secrets. 

We can dance instead.

M, Flannery

August 2024

Morning Coffee

 In a shaded arbor,   

leaf shadows pat

and sculpt daydreams 

onto a cloudless blue sky.

Green grapes above,
offer promises
to daisies
swaying in the wind
as coffee steams
and swirls
above the hand
anticipating
warmth will glow within.

Gazing cross the shoreline

he watches a seagull

gliding along the surf,

silent, spread wings

gazing as well.

 

What thoughts bubble

in his imagination 

when the pen touches paper?

Will the shift in the chair

remind him of years past

or the days ahead?

A butterfly rests

on the porch railing

long enough for him

to say hello. Long enough,

for hesitant wings to 

move once before

flying away.

 

M.Flannery

July 2024 

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The Way of Water

 why dream of things
that rain won't wash away
or nourish the future?
sweeping by,
a cloud confuses
all the imagination
the shades of blue
could hope for,
expect,
depend on.
there are structures
waiting on ideas
to rise up
like sun sucking
water into the atmosphere.
bounce along on this
vibe of vibes
swaying
in the heat of summer.
when the dishes are done,
drying to the last drip,
thoughts will turn to dinner,
and clouds of steam.

M.Flannery
June 2024