We’re in the middle of a winter weather advisory that is supposed to end tomorrow morning. The video was taken yesterday. Temp in the 20’s F, wind blowing the snow horizontally, but not much accumulation. When I woke up and looked out this morning, I was both surprised and relieved to see how much snow…
Category: poetry
Shay’s Word Garden — Word List 7 — (Langston Hughes) Dawn Jazz
Dawn Jazz Landlord of Clocks tick-tocks through my dreams, raining salt on an untamed parade of roses that claw and scrabble towards respite moon. Oh, Lord! I grow weary of the climb; my midnight skin bleeds. Oh, their thorns! yet their faces carry me on, glowing red each dawn. This poem is dedicated both to…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Celebrate 2021
“Snow Effect, The Street in Argentuil,” (1875) by Claude Monet Since becoming single again in 2017, retiring from my fast-paced government job in 2018, and the onslaught of the pandemic starting in 2019, the holidays and their hoopla have been shifting into a steadily lowering gear. Where before there were multiple family and social gatherings,…
#TSM 192 — Sojourners
In before times all was a dreaming sleep. Awake, the days came; the forming colors flew from atomic cosmoplasmic brew; first, slithering like a great blue snake, came river, calling down –then laying itself on– brown dust. Oh seeds dance! Babies, lush, green, spring up trying to return to heavenly slumber; then fall — to…
New Year’s Prayer for 2022
photo taken at my massage therapist’s office December 2021 When the day comes where soldiers do yoga instead of killing we may at last heave a sigh of relief: peace on earth.
Doodads — Big Christmas Trees 2021
This year two neighbors not too far from here decided to light up the trees in their front yards with lights. It’s taken me this long to finally get pictures of them. I stopped on my way to the library and snapped them. Again, the new phone comes through for me with the night setting…
Shay’s Word Garden Word List #6 (Laura Marling)
“Dust in the Wind,” by Kent Whitaker Entombed between bullshit and holy ring mantras soft with the peculiar dust of the wounded. Their blues scour the bell of my soul with their red sand. Shay is the host of Shay’s Word Garden. Shay says: Hi everyone, it’s me with your weekly word list poetry prompt….
Tao-Talk 