How can I understand in my heartwhat doesn’t make sense in my head? How can I reconcile spiritual preceptswith logical ambiguity? Could it be like the canvas of skythere to support the changing clouds? Could it be like the constant silencethere to support splashes of sound? Photo taken from my front porch.
Fog muddled boundaries between lake and sky. Six mallards, dark specks on the grey lake, chattered in a group; one lone male sat on the far side of the path. Blackbirds squawked, sparrows chirped; all obscured by the grey above. In the fervor of this curious weather, the lake was alive with fowl exhortation. A … More Misty Morn
storm clouds hide full moon veiled, yet faith believes clouds part, enlightened Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak courtesy of Unsplash
Avocado, amazing fruithow I love your ample heart,your creamy pale green flesh Avocado, amazing treeblooms female by morning, male by duskromance me with your nourishment This post was inspired by an article in Marginalian titled “Chance, Choice, and the Avocado: The Strange Evolutionary and Creative History of Earth’s Most Nutritious Fruit”. Illustration is titled Avocado … More Ode to an Avocado
His phone went kaflooey His email won’t work But this guy’s not bothered Since he is an introvert Photo by bruce mars courtesy of Unsplash
Summer’s lush greenness Thrust into blue skies above Colors sight and mood Inspiration thanks go to The Alchemist Studio for their intriguing question that prompted this haiku. Please check them out for beautiful pottery, great mythological stories, and interesting interactions. Photo taken from my front yard.
Things I carry: – reusable bags for saving the earth – net bags for buying from vegetable stands – a credit card to embrace surprises – a jot-down notebook for interesting details – masks to protect myself and others – shades to help keep my vision intact – keys to chance adventures – ID to … More Personal Effects
Storm clouds ate the sun this morning swift, like the moon eats daylight in total solar eclipse thunder came, rain followed surfing the wind in tandem Then rain, thunder, darkness receded in reverse not lingering after their surge Photo taken from my front porch
When unexpected events eat away at my intentions for the day, the universe sighs and whispers to me, “Embrace this as serendipity.” Photo by Sebastian Huxley courtesy of Unsplash
I am looking for the morning moon a waning crescent curl today, the sun has risen fully so, she will have to share her shine The Day Twenty-eight prompt is to write a concrete poem, a poem in the written in the shape of its subject.