Day 22 – poem about sunset

translucent strip

Running late. Not content with it, but need to publish something.

all the invisibles 

for a few translucent moments
every evening just as the sun
softly feathers down behind
the hills;
……………..& throws rusty angles
over the dog yard’s corrugated
roof;
………in those moments as our star
flutters ever lower, frail formerly
unseen spiderwebs illuminate
golden, tying the cyclone mesh
together more tenderly than wire;
slightly higher up, eucalypt leaves
thread together in molten lattices;
& beyond that, half way to the sky
it playfully irradiates dozens
of previously transparent tiny
bugs suddenly bringing them
all to unexpected life;
…………..…………….…….………a reminder
if needed of how much we’re always
surrounded by the invisible

Day 17 – The Contents of White

Been playing a couple of Games with this book (it is the favourite childhood book of a friend who had her engagement party last Friday – this was intended as cheapskate’s gift). Sadly, this is the only Game which is finished & (sort of) works. Names in bold have been altered to protect the identity of the book (a little, not much). It should be an easy solve.

chapters

before breakfast
wilma knew what she wanted
escape from endless
loneliness until
charlie came into his life
                                                  but
summer days don’t last
bad news was given during
a talk at home &
wilma’s boast caused
an explosion
the miracle was no one was
                                                         hurt
a meeting was held
good progress declared
dr. dorian was happy
the crickets even laughed
                                                 so
off to the fair everyone went even
uncle zuckerman
                                 in
the cool of the evening
the egg sac gave up its gold
the hour of triumph arrived as the
last day of her life faded

a warm wind blew all webs
                                                      away

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