Dream fluff shadows a thousandskin lathered summers,whispering sea spray, waxing ebb shine,an urge of fingers in hairand salt on tongues.Oh summer, bare your dreamson the wind,Crush on me again With partial help from The Oracle. Continue reading Riptide
Cicadas’ calls rise and fall on the waves of late summer. I snip and neaten heat weary petals – wait for nature to change her clothes. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Late Summer
It’s hot. The heat makes cats and humans want to be still. To stay home and lie in a cool, shady spot and daydream. Continue reading Caturday Daydreams
Crepe Myrtle flowers drift downward, pink snow, branches releasing captive blossoms at last. They carpet squares of green lawn, giving them texture, a Pollock painting in progress. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Late Summer Mixed Media
Chimera (A Wild and Unrealistic Dream or Notion) All I want on a Sunday morning is to luxuriate in my laziness. I want to watch old movies with the volume turned up loud, the newspaper crackling as I shift my supine body on the couch, the words of duplicitous politicians and photos of narcissistic socialites mashed under my ass. I want to gaze out my window where heat rises on the street like steam from a gumbo pot while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball, in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails a color called Bad … Continue reading Chimera
“When you’re standing at the cross roads, And don’t know which path to choose, Let me come along, ’cause even if you’re wrong I’ll stand by you” ~ The Pretenders *** Magnolia photo by me. Continue reading Inspiration Interlude: The Pretenders
The sky opens up, a wet cut spilling it’s warm fluid. Inside, I watch the windows fog over, tracing absent hearts with melancholy fingertips. ***** Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online space where poets share their work and support each other. Today’s prompt: the dog days of summer. Continue reading Thunderstorming
Cool-ish is good enough in the dog days of August at 8:30 in the morning as I hose off the bamboo littered patio, anticipating my first sip of dark French roast and the pop of a fresh Georgia peach in my mouth. Dear Sunday morning, what is it about you that always starts out so hopeful? Continue reading Morning Meditation 8/10/14
June is only a few days away and already I can feel the first flush of real summertime in the air. The barest of breezes rustles the ferns and feels lukewarm on my bare arms. The cats are still as death lying in the patches of sunlight peeking through the Magnolia, the dogs trotting around edges of the backyard. I take a sip of coffee while reading about The Shawshank Redemption in the paper (Type “370,000” into a Google search and the site auto-completes it with “in 1966”. Andy escapes in 1966 with $370,000 of the warden’s ill-gotten gains.) I … Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.25.14: Summer Coming On
One of my favorite blogs is Toemail where the blogger posts all kinds of interesting photos from around the world. She kind of specializes in feet and often posts pics of feet in interesting circumstances or doing beautiful and fun things. Just now, as I was looking through Toemail, I remembered a photo I took of my nieces feet and my own feet a few years ago. It’s one of my favorite photos and it makes me think of summer and swimming in the cool ocean water under a cloudless blue sky. Hurry, summer! Continue reading Summer Toes
Charlotte Hamrick 