Ok post #2 for today I was able to write one ....enjoy

Memories Dance

The sun settles in the west
sending another day to the
past
New memories given rest
...
To obtain my evenings
repose, the threshold of
glass door I must cross
....
I pause in step
reflections catch
my eye
The crimson kiss
sweet and soft
awakens primrose
from its sleep
...
Broached
by such a heavenly kiss
memories dance in the
mirrored glass
smiling upon the heart
.....
In waning light
memories fade
Night falls with
gentle caress
setting this day to
memories past
...
ccd July 2011

It was not a bad week. Some things as always could have been better, others worse.
Today was a day for little to be accomplished. I cut the grass (first time in 4 weeks with the way the heat has been). I decided to go brain numb by watching the final Harry Potter movie in the theater. Without having read the books, my opinion is that the movie series was quite well done with the final tying all movies and their meanings together.
At this time unless something comes I have no poem..........

It has been a hot week here. It just reminds me of Georgia. Little trips down  memory lane.....
...
Shadows Don't Sweat
 ...
Above broken clouds
a star in silence sails
a wake of rolling heat
moves the day
...
Summer thoughts cresting
on shimmering waves...
phantoms dried of
unreachable dreams
...
Grass and weed once
soft and cool, now break
and pierce the unshod foot
...
Beneath green canopy
no respite found
Hot and sticky is natures breath
...
A broken promise for relief
Storm clouds gather, lightening
flashes...
Upon the body under cloth
a sheen of misery, the only
moisture given
...
Oh to be a shadow on this
summer day...
crawling across spiked grass
unpricked
breathing not  natures stifling
breath
best of all....
I have yet to see a shadow
sweat
...
ccd
July 2011

I took a long drive today with the intention of riding the trike. I never did unload the trike. The ride served its purpose of clearing my mind. When I left the skies were clear.
As the ride progressed, cotton balls rolled across the sky. Then it hit me...... A bird flies by moving its wings changing the wing shape for lift and turn. We build airplanes
using engines to force the air flow over the wings for lift. If the wings or engines stop everything falls to earth...... Gravity comes into play....so how is it a cloud hangs in the air? As it gains moisture it reaches a point where it rains or snows...... yet the cloud remains when emptied......Helium is lighter than air?...Gravity? Clouds are not made of helium.....A cloud of steam can not hover, it dissipates rapidly as it cools returning to water and falling. A cloud floats thousands of feet in the air where it is much colder than the land or water it is over, should it really be able to form?
So to days poem...

Essence of a Cloud
...
No direction to it's flow
Floating between the
heavens and earth
Moving by the mercy
of the fickle winds
...
So grand is the essence
of a cloud
Soft and light it has no
bonds,yet the weight it
carries is such.....
 ...
Laying across the land
drinking the morning
perfume of spring and fall,
to be shared when the need
is there
...
Memories carried in
it's sweet touch gives shade
to a swelting summer day
...
Carried within released upon a whim,
a storm of anger...
grey and boiling, or the frozen
heart of winter waiting
for first thaw
...
The essence of a cloud
mimics the essence of
the mind  freed
or, is it the other way
...
ccd
July 2011

Happy birthday to me ....yesterday that is.... Summer weather is here. Warm and green the day is. I have been wondering if I would have a poem today. It looks like I do.
I hope you like it. I cannot put my finger on it but something else this way cometh.

A Quiet Day

Beneath clear skies
I sit upon a wooden
porch
...
As horses till a field,shadows plod across
cut grass pulling
a quiet peace
through my mind
...
Drowning the incessant
noise of tire on blacktop,
the birds give voice to
this day's story
...
I bathe myself in quiet
solitude
The gentle, warm breeze
dries  errant thoughts
...

The prose of a quiet
summer's day is all
that remains
....
ccd July 2011

Ok I have a2nd day off it is July  4th I'm bored......
I spent yesterday and last night at a campground just south of  Erie.
 It was ok but I was not put into the mood to write. I saw nothing nor experienced nothing to get inspiration.........sigh......the same goes for today.......

now for those that want to leave a comment on my poems....
at the bottom of the post where you see the term 0 comments.... put the
cursor on the  word comment ..... then click on it the comment box opens.

I am sorry I have no poem again this day.....the best part of the weekend was
the look on Kim's face when she caught a small fish. It makes the whole lazy
weekend tolerable.