Trifextra: Week Seventy-TwoIt's been a while since I've written anything. Thirty-three words sounded like a good way to climb back on the wagon. This week, I actually had a thought. I have been lurking around, checking out the prompts, reading some of the stories, and not commenting as I should.
Life has gotten in my way. Very annoying. Hopefully, I can get back to this more often.
I miss it.
This week's prompt: This weekend we're asking you to describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course.
still, damp air clings to my skin
like morning dew
as I float on the green tinted scent
of freshly cut grass
drifting to sleep on the rise and fall
of locust song
The essence of summer caught in 33 words.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!!! :D
ReplyDeletevery nicely done. I love the smell of cut grass - when I was engaged to hubbymoose (lo these 45 or so years ago) I could not understand his younger sister who hated that smell. (she was allergic). lovely
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Renee! This was so, so lovely!
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful! My dad used to mow the lawn early on summer mornings, to avoid the heat. I remember waking up to the sound of the mower and the scent of cut grass. It was my favorite way to wake up in the summer.
ReplyDeleteVery nice--I love those summer naps, but am loathe to admit it. Lovely entry.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Such wonderful use of imagery. I'm glad you got back on the horse! :)
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me...the cicadas will be awakening very soon. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteWonderful job with the prompt! (:
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteIt's as if you never stopped writing. Good to have you back!
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Very nice..touches of haiku .. PS...come join this challenge too! http://yepirategunn.weebly.com/2/post/2013/06/ligo-haibun-challenge-1406-2106.html
ReplyDeleteAhh, lazy, happy, peaceful summer day. I love this.
ReplyDeleteI think you should continue with your chosen vocation. :)
ReplyDeleteBreak-throughs usually come after those quiet, frustrating times when pen and paper seem as chalk and cheese.
mmmm the smell of grass.
ReplyDeleteI love the smell of fresh cut grass. with just a hint of earth and gasoline...
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