Last dance The tip of the spade Cuts grass and sings Finding rocks and root The first cut a dirt smile The second expands the Mouth and complains The digging steady The ground slides from Shovel to pile The tempo only broken By the occasional Groan and grunt from The spade's pilot The ground exhales Moist earth becomes Exposed to the night air Sweat drizzles in the new chasm Displaced worms seek new shelter Unaware of their impending meal

#BkueSkyRelay #Thegroundexhaled

Some days it is all shallow graves and regrets. Some days that is just honest work. Today ...

#flowrbed devils
Plucked #pastel petals
Chanting like rebels

Creating portals
For the mortals
With no morals

Turned into exporters
With #puzzling orders
To spread disorder

#whistpr
#wildwalkprompt
#bkueskyrelay

/per se/ You locked in your answer I quietly judged you Not quietly enough You caught my eyes flicker It's not that your answer Was wrong, it wasn't per se You just said it so damn Apathetically A lazy oracle One with all the answers Who does not care at all About asking questions

#BkueSkyRelay #Oracle #poetry #prompt #skywriter #blueskypoet

"Actually, I think the average voice is like 70 percent tone and 30 percent noise. My voice is 95 percent noise'
- Harvey Fierstein (actor)

Interloper I walk softly through the morning hours Careful steps Trying not to disturb the moments The in-between when the sky Suffers hope And the day has not chastised it Into submission and conformity I am an interloper Into cosmic engineering Listening to a conversation Of whispered words I don't understand but Like the sounds of Then Sun crests the trees A bird erupts in song And the sky begins to pay attention To the day.

#BkueSkyRelay #jubilant #poetry #blueskypoet #amwriting #writingcommunity #skywriter

I am an early riser. I am not upset by this!

A tree bends in defiance,
its leaves whisper protest
like broken sax notes~
the soul of dusk unspooling
into a sky that forgets
which way is down.

#BkueSkyRelay
#defiance #protest #soul

A hedgehog hush in hazelnut dusk,
conker-brushed quills stitched tight.
Snout twitching, sniffles & hisses~
a cautious curl, wrapped small,
in the wool of night.
A thistle’s embrace, soft beneath
as cream-spun moss.
Shadow-walker, silent, slow,
pressing pawprints into mulch
#bkueskyrelay

Me falling off my board after riding a small wave during my during my first outing. The ocean is a deep blue with a hazy blue sky. It was 29 degrees so I’m wearing a black wet suit.

Took my first surf lesson—caught my first wave, felt the rush… then promptly wiped out. A friend learning photography captured the moment, though his timing needs work too. Surfing teaches balance, so does life—fall, laugh, get back up The ocean always wins, but that’s part of the fun

#BkueSkyRelay