Fierce air parched, dust runs red; shuffle the mine where the dead speak. Still. Listen. Auger turns, its wet whisper stirs gold. Cool shadow caves fill empty space; light of grace wings its way to quench. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.
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.
The Beatles — Abbey Road Automatons
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earthweal OLW 133 and Suzanne’s Calm Reflections — Magnetic Poetry 082622 — life symphony
A thousand-life symphony’s run, bare beauty heaving, beat rain like raw, honeyed mist sprayed in Spring. Never swim fast through storm how I like; if I sit here and dream, you want me. Cool skin boils when frantic fingers drive. Water woman watch and chant language of blue for what was and why; she cry…
dVerse — MTB — Kiss of the Goddess
Quail from your downward darting kiss from Siegfried Sassoon’s, The Kiss quail skitter in yesterday’s green from under ferny parasols your face flickers, a cinema, downward; frayed cellulose reruns darting confabulation’s myth kiss me again, again ’til dust kiss without bed of delusion darting sparks; myth made manifest downward wrung, convergence breathes life your heart’s…
#FF — home is heaven
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox A lump of dirt presses into Mei’s ribs. Slabs of sunlight between the alley shed’s slats light strips of her hollow-cheeked face as she curls behind old tires. What will Jinn, her ten-year-old son, scout out and bring back to her today? Jinn comes home late after scavenging dumpsters and…
Artist Yinka Shonibare CBE at Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park on 082322
Yinka Shonibare CBE On Sunday, older son and I had planned on traveling to Wheaton, IL to see some giant sculptures of fantastical creatures, but when each of us had nightmares the night before, we decided to postpone the trip. Instead we went to one of our favorite places to walk, Meijer Gardens and Sculpture…
dVerse — Poetics — heaven scent (haibun)
Last step before getting ready to leave for yesterday’s bike ride was spraying on SPF. Being used to creams and lotions, right away I detected the aerosol’s almost petroleum smell which took a front seat to coconut. Along the pastures hedged by tall corn was a herd of black cow mothers with their two-tone calves….
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