image link Crawled from the womb To be hungry Wails from the crib Fell on deaf ears Untended filth and rash An unloved infant Dressed up and Brought out for family gatherings. A boy, a smart boy, Learned the streets Learned the shops who gave treats Found metal and gears And fashioned machines A…
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.
River Run Red — Midnight Oil
One of the best riffs of any song I’ve heard. From 1999’s Midnight Oil’s, Blue Sky Mining. One thing I love about this band is their acute caring for Mother Gaia. The whole CD is a work of beauty and caring for precious things. the daily prompt — riff
The Daily Prompt — Black — Soil and PJ
image link The first thing that comes to mind with the word Black is Eddie Vedder mournfully wailing about his lost love. More about that later. The next thing is soil. Connected to yesterday’s prompt, neophyte, before I knew anything about gardening, my belief was that the blacker the soil was the better it was…
The Daily Prompt — Neophyte
New Endeavors Of Practice Having Yearning To Experience When I think of neophyte I think of this song: The Police — Wrapped Around Your Finger The Daily Prompt — Neophyte
The Daily Prompt — Monster Defense
image link Monster Defense Struts in Struts like he’s boss Boss of me Boss of the world World smiles World steps aside Aside or he kicks it Aside in his dreams Dreams I’m his Dreams of forever Forever forgiving Forever forgetting Forgetting the monkeys Forgetting the debt Debt they remember Debt they collect Collect…
TPJphoto.net inspired haiku
via Swallows, Hundreds Feeding On The Marsh Click on the link to see the photos that inspired my haiku. Ted Jennings’ photographs are always beautiful and often evocative. Swallows, leaping from water, mirror fish below – gators, sly witness.
The Daily Prompt — Dancing
image link Her head held high Her arms braiding, then “essing”, As her lithe trunk sways, to and fro To the hypnotic notes of the clarinet. Practiced she is, in the arts of dancing, Holding every eye, except her own, fixed and rapt, With her plush, yet muscled undulations. Her eyes were just as…
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