Henri Matisse, “The Blue Window” Raindrops have speckled the windows this morning. I wonder how much has fallen. Weather report’s prediction came through Last night there was no thunder/lightning. I listened/watched until dropped into dry dreams. Looking out now, I see it is still falling.
POPO2023 Day 12
Georges Seurat, Alfalfa, St. Denis It hasn’t rained in over six weeks. Everything’s still green, but you can see the grass is fading; some blades are tan. Should I mow the grass? It’s tall. Do I keep neighbors happy and grassocide? Or say feck it and explain later?
Writober Days 9-11, Owl Mask Shadow: Mother Night
Mother Night Mother Night, a gliding owl, silent in her shadow mask; message sought from down below. Tuck in for the night and ask wingspan’s breadth to silhouette, silent in her shadow mask. Honey marble full and wet whispers guidance of the way; wingspan’s breadth to silhouette. Mission end ‘ere light of day, wings in…
#FF — Built to Last
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin “Daddy built this place to last,” May says, as her eyes travel from red brick foundation to ramrod straight walls, to sturdy metal roof. Double “i” windows stand guard, protecting the home’s inhabitants against gusts and sprays. “What’re we gonna do with Ralph?” asks Will. Ralph’s a twelve-year-old beagle Daddy…
POPO2023 Day 11
This morning’s house opening whooshed my skin with cooling, fresh air. I can’t help but think of animals being burned alive in Canada’s wildfires. A difference in breeze temperatures can mean the difference between mummies and charcoal. artwork by Georges Seurat, “The Seine at Courbevoie“
24 SSPC 3 — Cold Dew (Kanro) (1st wk Oct 8 – 22)
Haiga form kigo = cold dew Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: Your syllabic poetry writing invitation is to choose a kigo word or phrase from the seasonal kigo list on the post, or you can choose from the autumn category (world kigo database) on the kigo word list links below.
POPO2023 Day 10
Each morning she supervises, watching me go through the house-opening ritual. Silent, with knowing eyes, she waits. She knows, after windows and doors opened, coffee made, and fish fed, I’ll sit on the couch, and she will climb into my lap. artwork by Henri Matisse, “Pot of Geraniums“
Tao-Talk 