in the world of shrooms doesn’t matter if you’re short it’s how you comport in the world of shrooms pulp stalks and steak stumps support hued, gilled, blotchy caps no matter you’re short it’s what’s underneath that counts mycelial oomph it’s how you transport sugars through the chitin mat after the dead turns
Category: ekphrastic
POPO2022 day 5 — woman looking at white flower
shoulders and neck rest among curves of white petals still in the garden shoulders and neck rest in triangle composure against leathered green among curved petals a flower among flowers wisp of cinnamon still in the garden dulcet streams of last night’s kiss tease pink from her cheeks
POPO2022 day 4 — peppers
it is the season pepper fruits begin to bloom hottest time of the year it is the season when sun brightens, greens deepen the bees get heavy pepper fruits bloom yellow cautions and red flags bananas and ghosts hottest time of the year white blossoms bursting fireworks in summer’s swelter
POPO2022 day 3 — trees
once upon a time they may have footed about but now they stand, still once upon a time they walked tall, leaves shimmering happy, green nomads they footed about ’til every place was seen, their kingdom surveyed but now they stand, still digging deep with mirrored roots, our friendly neighbors
POPO2022 day 2 — libra
fragrant tug of war where victory and defeat eternal stalemates fragrant tug of war entwined with thorned promises lost in the jungle victory, defeat e’er poised on a pointed tip joy, despair wobbles eternal stalemates given no choice but to play bittersweet torment
POPO2022 — Day 1 — mushrooms
each cap gives a nod chitin kingdom’s noble realm transition’s castle each cap gives a nod acknowledgement of duty: transform death to life chitin kingdom’s realm’s subterranean networks flip night into day transition’s castle marches on yesterday’s grist to mill today’s bread
dVerse — Ekphrastic on Lee Madgwick image — Safe — linked to OLN323
Lee Madgwick safe am I; green velvet glove cushions me. protected from harm, the fires in the hearths warm; seamless clay walls and chimneys, each story’s windows caulked and locked; a fortress, constructed brick by brick. sleep comes easy without anxieties, yet why are my dreams about escaping? sometimes, when awake, it’s hard to breathe…
Tao-Talk 