Hi, to all perceptive observers, you, might not be able to see me, but, if you look through telescopic eyes, I’m up here, high in the Cirrocumulus clouds, lounging in my excellent recliner chair, sharing the sky’s Blue Theatre, with the daytime silvery moon.
We are tactfully floating upon the troposphere’s delicate white ripples, and wistfully waving to the world’s congregating survivors.
This week, Weekly Prompts’ Wednesday challenge is Leaves, a word that offers a cornucopia of interpretations. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here. — These days my forgetfulness is scattered around like autumn Leaves
And, Welcome To Moonwashed Musings *The Weekly Prompt – Any word or line in the below poem can be usedfor the prompt
uncertainty troublesome much-needed light
Please visit Eugi’s, Moonwashed Musings site by clicking on >> HERE:
I Do Not Have a Dress?
I must confess Forgetfulness Is sleeping in my nest
Thoughts are in a mess Running at two abreast Without knowing my quest
I am looking for my address In the pocket of my vest Did I leave it in my dress?
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is Garden. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here … but my garden is icy cold on these mid-winter days …
And, over at Moonwashed Musings, the Weekly Prompt is – Sultry Dreams … To visit Eugi’s fabulous site please click on >> HERE … my dreams are not “Sultry”, but “Wintry” …
The Bedroom Chair
It’s zero degrees outside and I’m warm and cozy lying here in bed However, there is a pile of my winter clothes on the bedroom chair waiting for me to wear Frankie gives me his get up now stare! wanting his morning fair “Yes Frankie, it’s time for me to embrace the chilly morning air and plunge myself into the filtered sun’s brittle wintry lair”
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 