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.

dVerse — Quadrille 152 — A Contest Rests

A-drowse I muse, who is cuter asleep, baby fauna or Popeye. Sure, tiny heaving feathered, furred, or terried chests attest affection-stirred endearing as they engine-putter guileless nest; yet knowing benevolent, bell-bottoms-exchanged, in a nightshirted Miss Oyl’s Bluto savior’s dreamland bub bub bubs a contest rests. image link Sarah is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday….

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#TSM 210 — American Sentence

I’m frayed and twisted but still strong — and ready for the next adventure. This short and sweet poem is called an American Sentence, invented by Allen Ginsberg. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.

poem — Oracle — Drink

Drink when you embrace delicious colorbut no need of salty steaming rhythms. Green window cups time in slow voice;liquid flower melt glass to be less. Blue bleed brilliant ice candy velvet,not wild throb that some over work. Die, sexy ghost girl, porcelain prisoner;heal & grass soft, fat champagne laughs. Transcribed from The Oracle verbatim: top…

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Doodads — Yard Pics and More

Now that the weather is making things grow and charging my soular battery I’ve been out there and taking more pics.  It’s amazing how much the heat accelerates the process.  Plus, several weeks ago I took a survey for our local conservation district as to what I would like to see their resources go to…

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tanka — spring willow hula

Tender willow fronds hula in early May’s warm breeze. Birds sing their hearts out; confirm to each listener: I’m happy to be alive!