Lost my sense of smell awhile ago.My extremities are going numb.My hearing could use an aid,and yes, so could my vision.Taste remains intact; I lean to fat.As most senses shrink, 6th expands.I’m becoming an insightful lump.Once the shell fades to naught,does my twinkle of consciousnesszoom away to play as stardust?
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.
POPO2024 Day 56
Mowing back field perimeter stylegrass shoots outward from itmaking ever-shrinking corralfor field ecosystems that holdzillions of small prey insects andlarger predators. I saw a set of toad nesting dolls, a quarter-sized black spider,and a finger-sized praying mantis.Squadrons of dragonfly usuallyescort and hunt flurried escapees,but as of yet today not a one. I wondered if the…
FFF 51 — pumpkin art at fmg and JP Hoe
These pics were taken on 10/8 but I wanted to save the pumpkins (jack-o-lanterns) for closer to Halloween. Also including pics of some of the fall decorations with mums. I recently bought 2 albums (one LP and one CD) of JP Hoe Music, “Hideaway” and “Mannequin.” Have only listened to each one once. My initial…
POPO2024 Day 55
When the temp is just rightand the breeze blows aroundand through; when cosmos dance,peppers, tomatoes, and applesredden with yellowing pearsunder softening lumens of light,summer rests easy once againafter a long, good hard shine.
dVerse — OLN 372 — Yellow Bird
“All Yellow (Morgan Hill)” by Teresa Dunn Yellow BirdI remember when you told me,“You’ll never amount to nothin’,just like your ma, too damned mouthy.”At ten, I cried; believed you then.High school, when they said I had skills,I remember when you told me,“It don’t matter, school ain’t the streets.”Yet I wouldn’t put my brush down.College girl…
#FF — Last of its kind
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Last of its kind It enters the waterway silently, a translucent behemoth. Those night fishing along the pier stare agog, then pull out their cell phones. Soon its image is plastered across social media. When camera vans reach the scene breathless reporters, fed with data through their earpieces, parrot guesstimates….
POPO2024 Day 54
The cosmos are going to seed.Once invisible apples, pears, tomatoesstop blending; gather sweetness.Goldenrod brighten every border.Birds hunt & peck ripe berries.Summer has relinquished its hotgrip to cooling evenings that stroll with big blue sturgeon moon.
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