image link Gabi’s story: Before the Dawn Even the darkest night ends with light’s victory. Light. Brilliant, dazzling light that burnt my soul to ashes, day after day until nothing was left. Light that fights darkness and reveals every secret. There’s no hiding in shadows; that’s why I love the light. No one suspects someone…
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
24 SSPC 29 (2nd week) — Clear and Bright (April 4 – 18) Seimei and dVerse OLN 360
spring mystery catkins, how do you purr, make your fur, silky-soft red, a firework magnet, a spring vortex, pull in? winter’s final gift new path among old woods bright glory-of-the-snow among fallen dry beech sing spring’s fresh song today spring’s first feast wind’s grace through its absence, first cherry blossoms rest, graceful white petals, cupped…
#FF — Norma Jean’s Ghost
PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard Norma Jean’s Ghost “She vowed she’d discover the answer.” “She never gave up.” “The search was her passion.” “Nothing would dissuade her.” “She wasted her life.” “She died childless and alone.” “She was never recognized for her works.” “She was one of sharpest minds of her time.” “The future will…
dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Li’s Box (i.e. my box)
“Abstract House 2” by Marleen Robbins Li’s Box i little plot of land comprise my boxsectioned space, county measuredmagnet dragged me from city clocksblock that has become my treasuredimensions shift per mood and g.p.s.inexact but close is good enoughhouse plopped, space stress-less,filled with too much hoarded stuff ii within, please imagine 3 dimensionscollage of sky,…
the last laugh (senryu)
when darkness prevails, alignment’s joke set-up, to flash light’s gotcha Older son took the following pics today. I’m sharing them with his permission.
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Time Trapped
follow image link to fascinating, true story of man trapped by time What does it matter That the stars we see are already dead. By Amy Woolard, from her poem, “Laura Palmer Graduates” Time Trapped I admit Subject 2789 from Planet 23764’s soft form and sincere questions touch and amuse me. The warm, dark pools…
The Oracle Speaks — season’s wax
chocolate peach, tiny dream, sing in delirious whispers of symphonies’ wax to luscious summer sun chant my head with languid tongue, fingered sweat, lathered, pink with life let The Oracle speak to you here
Tao Talk 