Alas And Alack: What Do You See
Free your mind, Free your mind.
Little bell, Had you not beckoned to my senses To take this moment from the present This day would have passed me unawares And not been quite so transcendental...
Ripped from the insides of a meaty cocoon, the little seed was swept up by a winged-creature. She slid down a chute, landed squarely in a dark place, where the air was like nothing she knew. So begins the story of a little seed...
My first (& second) American Sentence Poem. With scientific insight from the book, The Hidden Life Of Trees by Peter Wohlleben.
You might remember a similar post I shared last year-- while researching migratory birds for a poem I was derailed by a grave discovery. Here's another poem like that one. Protect wildlife, turn off the lights, please.
A nature prose poem that hopes to enhance on the sanctity of life that's conspiring to keep you safe. There is no crime--life's pledge to you; what's yours to life?
Do you have time for an espresso/expresso shot? Or for an escapade to indulge in a fave sobering drink? Great, let's! #shortpoem on the go! xoxo
This post is inspired by the "It's not easy being green: other things to consider" quotes by Jim Henson. With a Senryu and Pixabay photos, I hope to add value to you today. And I hope these words reach our COP26 leaders. Amen.
Let’s “Go Placidly” into world peace. May I suggest a reread of DESIDERATA By Max Ehrmann © 1927 Original text “…Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.”
Help protect our migratory birds. Turn off the lights, please— at least during the spring and summer migrating seasons. Thank you.
One day prior to the Corn Moon of September. Watch this moon balance your energy. Happy moon gazing.
“Could it be that this idea of letting go is a seed planted within us?”