Tropical Nocturne

A Violet gloaming on a calm canal channel

A sultry summer evening dances

with the  magenta hues of  fiery reds

and cooling blues

An imperial third dimension

in a dynamic fusion

of expansion and conversion 

Florid in energy and vigorous in wavelength

Akin to gamma rays

  A noble finale

Linking the singular to the universal

Day 18. The prompt was nocturne. I listened to a Chopin piece to set the mood and then uploaded an old photo from my phone. Glad I saved it! Fittingly, purple is a favorite color of mine.

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Evening Somnolence

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Chasing a moment 

An arc of an instant 

The fading light a fiery pyre

The day’s ending brilliant in its parting

 

Day 30. At last. An unplanned evening excursion through town gave us this gift. Taken behind my church where many of our town’s ancestors sleep.

Three Old Bitches

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You know, I didn’t think we’d survive in that pounding surf  

Tell me about it, Myrtle. It felt like a hurricane was sweeping over the Gulf 

No, No Myrna, it was the gosh darn pelicans thinking we were still housing those crabs

True enough Phyllis. Thank goodness those babies flew the coop a long time ago.

Well, I certainly was relieved when we washed up on shore at sunset!

Yes, indeed a beautiful sight just in time for a little shut-eye

Only to be rudely awakened by that beach loader. Geez, just when we relax, we get moved again

Now, Myrtle, you have to admit the driver was a hottie!

Oh I must say I was getting a case of the vapors when he laid me down in the sand…  

Well girls, I have to admit that he sure picked a cozy spot for the three of us

Until that middle aged beach babe spotted us…

Yes girls but she has a plan, I believe

Well, it looks like we’re going for a ride since she plopped us down right beside her truck 

OOh I am all a- flutter Myrtle,  I hear there’s some BIG conch shells in these parts!

Myrna, I think you’ve got  a bit too much sand stuck that shell of yours. Those conchies are always after the younger set

You’re right about the sand Phyllis and we’re about to get some shaken loose. It’s been a long time…

 

Our Lovely Miss Kellie presented us with a most original prompt this week! I left out the mystery since I had taken this photo earlier this month and knew I would use it someday in my writing. It fit perfectly for today’s prompt. My oldest son came up with the title after he saw the photo and dared me to use it!

Here is your FWF prompt:

per·son·i·fi·ca·tion
pərˌsänəfiˈkāSHən/
noun
 1.
the attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form.
Select something nonhuman and write about it as though it were human. It is up to you whether or not you reveal what it is, but I have found it a lot of fun to leave it a mystery and allow others to guess at what you were writing about. 🙂 Have fun!

Backyard Delight

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A heated May night

The sun has yet to set

Dragonflies bound and bounce in the humid air

Crickets begin to hum

Birds sing a ditty of dedication to the long light

Children are running about screeching and screaming

Freed from the confines of the dinner table

The sounds of motorcycles rumble and pop in the distance

                    A warm energy stirs out here

We are not ready to settle our bodies in for the night

Sleep may come quickly but will be fevered and restless

The humid air encompassing our bodies and breathe

So for now we just listen

Glorifying the season

Witness to Mother Nature and her Miracles

Last week we had an early and short-lived heat wave here. I wrote this in my backyard last Friday as the evening breeze blew in.