Fridays

our friday night hideaway

a table for two

that jazz quartet

that voice –

meandering, lamenting the blues

the hills, the valleys

soulful notes

mournful notes riding the bass

the story of a life – in and out of the blues

at our friday night hideaway

Pat

4/25/24

This was for quadrille night but I didn’t finish it. So I’m sharing it here on OLN being hosted by Grace over at dVerse.

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Quadrille Monday – Wanderings

This canopied road hugs the contour of the mountainside.  

To the left, a precipice.

The depth, more than I can put a distance to.

At the bottom, a river tumbles along, chatting in the wind as it goes.

I pause to nourish my soul.

Pat

4/2/24

A moment from my recent trip.

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Contour”

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