small glass globe once helda single moving treasure —now still sushi stench image link I just read a poem that likened haiku to locust descending.
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.
Doodads — cats and plants 053021
Pics of my furbabies and more from a stroll around the yard, this time in the sun.
Haikai Challenge 193 — Memorial Day haiku series 053121
Bones lie where they fell, bullets long buried silence –each Spring poppies bloom. Too many widowsstooped today, wilting at graves —mourning doves take flight. Uniformed, each Springthey march Main in Everytowntrying to forget. image by Greg Cartmell Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says:This week, write the haikai poem of…
Book Review — Song Against Shadow: The Song of Svarnil (The Otherworld Series Book 1,) by Anne E.G. Nydam
I was first introduced to Anne’s work through April’s A to Z Challenge. I started participating in and reading other participants in 2019. Anne’s blog theme that year was fantastical creatures. What impressed me most about her entries was the research into the beasts with ample illustrations, wood prints whenever possible. Her 2020 theme was…
The Sunday Muse 162 — White Mums
Puzzled crow envies the puddled stillness of the moon tonight. Even clouds flee the stale smell of worm castings after the storm. Your screams were silenced in thunder; white mums will grace your tombstone. Today’s offering is in the form of a Sijo, a three-line poem that is believed to have first appeared in…
Doodads — flowers in the rain
It’s been beautiful most of the week, sunny and warm. There was a brief thunderstorm at the beginning of the week. Wednesday night it rained by cleared by morning. Later yesterday afternoon it became overcast again and rain began to fall. Afraid of possible overnight frost with the temperature drop I went out to cover…
dVerse — OLN — Kindku Double Feature
Healer Magician, god-imbued face, stage-glides in feathers soul searching each heart to pour the kindness of grace. Mango sunrise through stained glass sears clean forbidden streaks as it heals heaven’s lost. Magicked Magician, your tricks ruffle soft through my feathers, soul strings thrummed in tune. A strange mix of carnal grace, mango martinis where redeemed…
Tao-Talk 