Me Time

Today was an awesome day.
I sat in the sun and read.
Finished off Murder in the Multiverse by R.E. McLean.
I really enjoyed but there is physics and a lot of technical mushed in.
And have begun The Great Pockes by R.B. Taylor.
Earlier this morning my post was going to be angry.
Again I was reading and again ignorance was being displayed in all its glory.
However I was so angry that I needed a cooling off period.
If I had written then it would have been a froth of angry thoughts with little cohesion.
So I am letting it simmer.
Which left me with a hole for today’s post.
I mean what do I write about?
This morning when I was out I was sunning my back.
This afternoon I was out in my zero gravity chair reading and enjoying the cool breeze that would kick up every now and then.
Suddenly the wind picked up a little more and I was content to ignore it because the sun was hot and it was cooling me off when it felt like I am being pelted with sand.
As odd as that was I looked over to my left and…..
Before my eyes the dust began to form into a cyclone picking up green leaves only from the ground.
It moved quietly dancing along the ground and I swear I could see a shape.
Mere fancy I know.
For a moment I thought it might speak to me.
I watched as it spun around the side of the building and saw it collapse leaves falling to the ground.
I have lived here for 6 years.
And have been sitting outside for 6 years that never ever has that occurred before.
It was really cool.
Had it spoken to me I might have freaked right out or maybe I might have made a new friend.
©July 1/21
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Untitled Dark Fantasy Poem #2

Crested
running hands
sleek stone
carved
head leaned
tears gleaned
Queen
her Dragon killer.
Tangled webs woven
when they dance
the night sky
playground
for two bound
by fire and light.
Tumbled
laughter floating
racing
between stars
dreams sought
found
flight
over winded waters
racing mermaids
beneath the sea.
Growing up
losing faith
Dragon goes away
to be re-found
reclaimed
when traitors have called
destroying strength
belief in oneself
calling rage
vengeance
calling for might.
Hear Dragon Roar.
Hear Queen shriek.
Hie from the throne
toss the crown to the floor
traitors all
hung from the cross beam
warning to all others
danger will be found
for those who try to take
the throne of Godlessness.
©April 3/21
Picture via Pinterest
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