Today, I made it to the beach. And lucky for me, the book I borrowed from the library yesterday begged to follow. So all day long, it was just me and Margaret Atwood. Sharing.
Selma has been in low spirits. The Icecream vendor has put her in a better place. But she will sit with her emotions for awhile. Hope all is well in your corner of the globe. Blessings.
Elevenie (German: elfchen) a short poem with a given pattern that contains eleven words arranged in a specified order over five rows. Here's a strand of them. Enjoy
Wrote my first palinode: An ode or song that retracts or recants what the poet wrote in a previous poem. Hmm. See what you think.
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
Realistically, spammers aren't coming to 'read' anything I have to say. Still, just in case one turns up, I want to cinquain them with a little warning about their last boat trip.
Are you #IAB ? In the poop of it, I offer my opinion on this mind-boggling paradox of the times we're living in: insurmountable venues for entertainment, yet we’re bored, and life is downright boring. How is that possible? #SMH
I was inspired to write a response to this lovely picture prompt, and I base it on the fact that my dear husband, my breadwinner, is close to ending his years of braving it out in society's wild land. Let me know what you think about what I see & how I used the prompt.
There exist no goodbyes, or tears between me and my sea only cosmic see-you-later: Pontic Sea, my shepherd, you guide & renew me through the tempests and help mend my existential crises.
I dabbled in poetry all my life-- a half poet at best-- but never thought I'd be this deep in it: splashing around and loving it; creating imaginary gardens with breathing toads in them. Ah, Poetry!
Needing a break from my 'regular' routine, I ventured south on the one sunny day we had this week. I walked on wooden boardwalk of the harborfront park, and took pictures to share with you.