When tension between self and other breeds discordpause, bring hands together and breathethe electric current between right palm and leftconnects opposite sides in a nexus for peace When you need to unlearn biased jaded ideasto grow in a space where new learning can flourishpause, bring hands together and breatheto create a passage for energy flow … More Gassho Hands
I cleaned out my attic upstairs found much of me to be rid of Dusty, hardbound regrets that have lingered and weighed me down for years Wilted dreams in an old, cracked vase unyielding to any redress Baubles and bling I adorned myself with to present a misleading me Rusty and useless past social tools, … More What’s In the Attic?
Celestial bodies affect the painted sky of sunset the moon affects where beach foam touches toes or shins each being in this universe sentient or not is unique and connected diamonds in Indra’s net each divine, each influencing all the others with intent or without When the net is plucked all existence trembles a tornado … More Indra’s Net
Rheumatism can be treated Not so sure about narcissism Pessimism can be an albatross weighting down your neck Truisms balance DadaismAnarchism feeds mayhemCapitalism can lead to materialism seeking power, puppets, and deep pockets Image available as a print at paintingandframe.com The Day Twenty-nine prompt is write a poem titled with one of the words in … More Albatrossisms
Memories tend to drizzle down more than come in downpours Misting feelings from the past into Now at random times What is plentiful in emotion is lacking in chronology Photo taken in Troy, MI The Day Twenty-eight prompt is to write a poem in the Korean verse form, sijo.
Midnight leaves no cool shadowjust a steadfast face of darkened threadsclawed through with star-shaped punctures Crickets sing percussion songsamong sweet grass and clover budsOwls ask who, who, who, is out theretouching paws within the wood-rushquiet enough to hear the breathof the tiny meadow vole? The black cat of midnighttwitches a bewitching tailbut soon enough will … More Witching Hour
Would a chickadee in Albany Sing the same refrain As Mississippi chickadees Without a Southern twang? Image was generated by AI powered by DALL-5 3. The Day Twenty-six prompt is to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance.
I feel fury rise within me “You’re just wrong” I want to call out My face aflame My breathing tight Full of righteous rage I feel the goodness rise within me “I wish you peace,” I want to call out My eyes gracious My breathing easy Full of lovingkindness How can rage and kindness both … More Doppelgänger Traits
Not all that breaks can be fixedCookies, crayons and that rare crystal vase Not all that breaks needs to be fixedsilence, rhythm and trains of thought Some things that break can offer lessonsa broken trust, a broken heart Some things that break are better when brokena break in the clouds, a break in a feverspring … More I Will Keep Broken Things
Our dear maple, sturdy, old, and thickleans toward the house not because of windbut to embrace sunlight beyond the roofblocked by the house where we reside Late last winter wet heavy snowsweakened a branch to a breaking pointgood fortune of another branchdirected the fall between housescausing no damage,except of course to the maple She’s a … More Dilemma
Wind Rush 