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#MM Saturday Mix — Cry for the fallen

image link The twelve city commissioners were each direct descendants of the original city leaders from a hundred years ago. The closed leadership system had grown stale at least fifty years ago, but the citizens had been demoralized for longer than that. The word sterile came to mind. The commissioners cared about two things and… Continue reading #MM Saturday Mix — Cry for the fallen

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Cry of the Loon

image link It was this time of year a few years ago when I decided to kayak around Emerald Lake. As I randomly explored some of the many inlets and small offshoots of the lake I heard a loon's call of distress nearby. Following the call, I found the pair, the brood of babies resting… Continue reading Cry of the Loon

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#MM — Photo Challenge — Ship of Fools and dVerse — On Climate Crisis

– sound-dream @ tumblr Ship of Fools God's ten thousand things Elements that swirl Oasis in space This dear ship of fools Rusty and leaking Decades of misuse Hellbent destruction As we build our tombs Rabid lemmings run* Deny there's an edge Idiocy's race Bullets in the gun Pointed at Earth's head Afterlife to come… Continue reading #MM — Photo Challenge — Ship of Fools and dVerse — On Climate Crisis

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dVerse — Poetics on Climate Crisis — Prisoner of War

WARNING:  This one is dark.  If dark bothers you, please skip, ok?   image link Strung up, suspended by cosmic cords of evil, Mother Gaia hangs upside down Ankles raw oozing wounds where human maggots feast Bore 16 affixed in her jugular, draining, draining Her tender frame, ever-shaved, sour sweat sizzling under Sol's gaze Mouth… Continue reading dVerse — Poetics on Climate Crisis — Prisoner of War

ecology · exploitation · Fandango's One Word Challenge (FOWC) · fauna · flora · poetry · villanelle · Word of the Day Challenge

Beads and how the world turns

image link The Word of the Day Challenge is traditions. Fandango's FOWC is revenge. Today's offering is in the form of a villanelle. As an introduction, I wanted to talk about how I was inspired to write this. On Saturday, I went to Hobby Lobby to take an art print that my older son got… Continue reading Beads and how the world turns

cinquain · ecology · exploitation · Fandango's One Word Challenge (FOWC) · goddess · nature · poetry

Masters of all

image link Fandango's FOWC today is property.  I asked myself when in history did property become owned and how did it come about.  Even today, many cultures do not believe in property ownership.  Today's offering is a cinquain form. Gaia Man's property? From revered to enslaved Her giving spirit is distressed Chattel FOWC -- property

acrostic · ecology · poetry

Gaia’s Family

image link First is an acrostic poem, then a distillation of the ideas in a free-form. People with a shared vision and willing to act based on that vision, where vision includes sharing the Earth with its other inhabitants where other critters are allowed to live in peace Air, fresh, along with space to move… Continue reading Gaia’s Family

ecology · fauna · poetry · Word of the Day Challenge

A day in the life — of a lake sturgeon

image link   I had to look up burgeon in the dictionary today.  The first word that came to mind was sturgeon.  Yes, my mind is a twisty biscuit.  Sturgeons are, or should be, an endangered species, but for some reason they can still be fished, in limited places for limited times.  I would encourage… Continue reading A day in the life — of a lake sturgeon

#OctPoWriMo2018 · ecology · fauna · flora · OctPoWriMo · poetry · shape · trees

Poetry Day 14 — If I Were Me

Part of the prompts for today's OctPoWriMo I chose to follow are, "If I Were Me" and a shape poem.   It probably won't show up as a tree on small screens!   An oak tree takes hundreds, if not thousands, of years to grow from an acorn and into a mature tree. Nobody questions it.… Continue reading Poetry Day 14 — If I Were Me