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
Dusk is that special time daylight relinquishes its favor. Colors slowly wash out, diluted with grayness. Details of objects soften, to murky dark shapes - Dusk is the time where birds vacate their feeding turf and fly to secret resting spaces. Crickets pump up their cricketing for the second shift. Fireflies flash coded sexts. Nightcrawlers… Continue reading Daily Addictions 2018 — Week 34 — Dusk
image link Queen Anne's lace fringes the edges of long green lawn ruffling with the breeze. Bees and butterflies, yellow, black, red, orange, blue, ride the gentle swells. Crickets and cicada chirp and thrum in concert with chickadee and finch. Apple, pear, and locust branches bob, leaves rustle in flickering sunlight.
image link Across the skies Across the land A pall Grey above and below With patches of white above and below Not enough to allow Spirits more than a millimeter Away from zero. --- Souls across the planet Of warm-blooded, plants, Stones, and water, and the Rest of the 10,000 things, In earnest, heart-beaming to… Continue reading A Prayer
image link image link image link Mushrooms have been magical entities forever, across individuals, timelines, and cultures. Mushrooms elicit emotional responses from people, whether it is a love or hate relationship. Having read that mushrooms eat radiation for breakfast before, the daily prompt prompted me to go find data to flesh out the databyte. The… Continue reading Masters of the Universe