Haiga-shahai form kigo: water lilies bloom Colleen Chesebro is the host of TankaTuesday. Colleen asks us to write syllabic poetry using one of 24 forms and include seasonal kigo from where we live.
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.
Update: My Hero: Union Theological Seminary divestment (was Omer Bartov Speaks (was Bernie Sanders Speaks and read more about Mike Johnson (was Protesting Students Arrested Across the U.S. Why aren’t the mainstream journalists covering this?)))
A Southern Poverty Law Center article talks about Johnson’s leanings here.
#FF — Sanctuary
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Sanctuary Laurel doesn’t get the geometry of religion, only that most of them have females drawing the short stick; and those different, between-genders draw matchsticks that want to burn them at the stake. As she’s a spiritual person seeking sacred community, she decides to do online research to see if…
dVerse — Poetics — Waitless
WaitlessHeart in necrotic sorrow,I prepare myself to… wait.Your tardiness attests refusal.Anxious, I must ask whycan’t you glean my despair? A filthy blindness’ habit of time.Robe-cocooned, poised for tea timewith brew that sleeps sorrow,mutes screamed despair.In impatience I waitfor your shadowed knock. Whyentrench refusal?Shall mission meet cruel refusalwhen control of early end is time’sonly control we…
Doodads — witch hazel, prickly pear, and more
Friday and Saturday were spent mowing, trimming, and hauling bricks to the middle of the yard to build a foundation for the Amish-made lighthouse that has replaced the eroding, ant-infested wishing well my stepfather built for me many moons ago. When the wood-shingled roof of it fell off last fall, a plan to replace emerged. …
dVerse — Q201 — Noneday
Noneday Do you know sacred place in sevensie’s space? A time of no-time? When calendars flee? Breath, unfettered, appreciates all, exists between, within Noneday, all dwells without names, only senses attuned, communed. In wordless apprehension, music of wind travels skin sings stories scent of cinnamon. Note: The word Noneday came to me today when I…
The Oracle Speaks — Ocean Asks
Ocean Asks Ocean asks salt: I will remember, but can desire decay? His dazzle, a brilliant man of steel, to old peace of cake? yes, i know, wrong use of peace, but it was what i had and it fit top image “Abstract Seascape,” by Julia Bars brought to you by magnetic poetry poet’s kit
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