THANK YOU, PAULA for reminding me of this poem I wrote awhile back. Follow Paula’s link to see the poem she wrote in honor of Gordon also. Call it grace, mistake;twilight happenstancethat winter. A Saturday.Deep in the muskeg,bitter, colder than lakeice, your apple cheeksburning bright, fevered,pled for shelter. Warmhut, rabbit stew, dreamweaver’s healing, honeytea, sipped…
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.
Louis Armstrong Tribute Performance at Frauenthal Theater on Friday April 28, 2023 featuring Byron Stripling
At the Frauenthal before the show began. My friend, Trish, is in the black beret. Thanks again, Trish, for inviting me! On Friday, April 28, I was blessed to be invited to see a Louis Armstrong Tribute performance featuring Byron Stripling at the Frauenthal Theater. Byron did triple duty, playing trumpet, singing, and conducting for…
dVerse — Q175 — dawn arise
shadow topography disorients, deceptive black map suspends us with starlight along dark paths. stumbles fall in dream- less sleep to dawn. arise now blank slate upon which to draw dawn’s sunlight topography, earth’s dirty receptivity. in rainbow geometry, kernels germinate to blossom-scented reign. top image: Hourglass- The short Eternity by Italia-Ruotolo-Art Whimsygizmo aka (De Jackson)…
Doodads — gardening inside and out
It’s been a busy weekend for doing plant things. Yesterday older son came over and put together 2 corrugated metal planters with 3ftx4ft (approx) dimensions. Thank you for making it easy for me, son! Pictures later of those once I decide where they are going to go, get them situated and full of dirt,…
Kerfe’s RWG 7 — Melted Wax
Mackenzie Davis as Mariette in Blade Runner 2049 my knotty, curly apparel,purple cactus coat, fringesits naughty dance; latches,smothers, and thrills withscalding strange draw asregret boils in amber glass insidious pretend whimsykeys its caress, scratchesunreachable itch to smashnests of enthusiastic grips;hushed prisons, melted wax. Note: I did not write this poem with the character in…
#FF — Smoke on the Water
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Bird and Don enjoyed sailing on the Hill’s fifty-footer, but they were tired of being guests. The salesperson assured them no knowledge was needed for pontoon boats; just fill the tank, hop on, and go. They christened her Maryjane and invited a dozen guests for Memorial Day on the water….
dVerse — Poetics — Songs of My Parents
“The Art of Music,” by Adam Santana I am my father’s daughter as I walk through tall grass that whispers melodies in every season. River songs pause in winter to catch breath for spring’s gurgles. I see him there, sun in his eyes, his white t-shirt and faded overalls. I am my mother’s daughter, polar…
