"No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds..." – No! by Thomas Hood I'm a great fan of November: Yes-November! #dVerse
Here's my #bookreview posted on #Amazon of Three-Penny Memories - A Poetic Memoir by my friend, Author Barbara Harris Leonhard. I read this three times; fell in love with it three times! I highly recommend.
As far back as I can recall, my mama helped me recite poetry, & instilled my love for it. Today, I'm joyful (IN JOY) & grateful for life itself & poetry.
You know how gifted Jeff is & how enamored I am with his newly released book of poetry. Did you read my review? *wink* But are you aware he has a collaborative project? & today he is featuring one of MY poems on his website. Come see which inspired it.
"...and then the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and Autumn was awakened." ~Raquel Franco October Hunter's Moon: don't miss it.
It's October, at last! How cool... I've been trying to sync to the frequency of the universe; been having a parallel relationship with it. Won't you dance with me? It's my birthday month!
Sarusuberi, as it's known in Japan-- which means Monkey's slide for its smooth barkless trunk-- regaled me with color last month, but I soon discovered holes in her rough trunk-- defeating its moniker. (No monkeys will ever slide off this one). Here's a poem for my tree.
Happy Autumnal Equinox, friends. Please take a moment to be reminded of something that's hard to believe, considering all our eyes see, our ears hear, and our souls feel about the world today. You'll feel better after this. Promise.
A book review for Jeff Flesch's Poetry Collection, Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow. The world would be a better place if we could all see through the eyes of this Author.
In her dVerse pub prompt, Poetics: There's a Word For That, Mish asks if I suffer from logolepsy. Funny! No, I don't suffer from it; I relish in it: love the foreignness of the words in my mouth. Do you suffer? I chose 3 words. Read to see how I used them. xo
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?
Three choices I present to you today, Only three; more than three is surplus. Which school of thought is close to your heart? Will one sag you, will one edify you, will one fit?