First published at Blue Insights Publication on Medium as "How To Write A Nature Poem" Won't you check it out to see what you think?
When my keenness for food dwindles, nature’s produce isle sits outsidefrom kale and lettuce to new sproutscarotenoids turn to Vit-Aprotects the skin from UV raysstrengthens skin's guard against the sunthe…
A beautiful collection of brief moments in time Petals of Haiku: An Anthology—174 pages of pure joy. It features the work of over 160 talented poets. My purchased copy of…
✅As recent as the other dawningthe violets peeped from the groundto color the stiff cold gray—soon, over the prairie fanning Plum blossoms of white and pinkturned green on the breast…
WDYS 247: Image credit; Tom Barrett of artwork; sculpture by Spanish artistJaume Plensa Dear Lake do all you canto console mesometimes a manlongs to be freeof the harsh wordsthat minds…
Happy middle of the week to all. Hello. So we've finally arrived at the last day ofJuly. It was a busy month and truth be told, this is the limit…
Iwill loveyou until the last star ebbsuntil darkness falls and douses me in webs for however long densenesslingers so will my love endure patiently, assuredly, purely—I will love you until the last star ebbs…
I never noticed the door there before--neverimagined a door there was needed. Like acrucible of dalliances supersedes catastrophes--why hadn't I noticed the blue door before? not to be hysterical, not…
***A repost from 2021ESSAYLesson learned from The Age of Miracles. What it Was Like Then A long time ago, I was young and had more time on my hands than…
Hello friends. This week’s W3 Prompt #117 hosted by our beloved Sadje, is where theparty’s at. Please take a look: https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/07/24/w3-prompt-117-weave-written-weekly/ Details: I. The prompt poem: ‘What amuses me?’, a…
When horses run, they leap, touch down, just to repeat Like our lives moving, leaping between highs and lows To aim to delay touch downs is life's true sorrow Best…
Noonday lays bare—an open parenthesis,summering endlessly with cicadas' melodiespumps me buoyant, all tensions easeBut the seagull washed up in the sea...How do you figure?The tiny red spider waiting by the…