What would we find if we stopped pointing fingers? I'll tell you: we'd find we're all good at our core. So why don't we? Foolhardy to ignore this.
A heart so serene and yet volatile-- reproach the moon and weather conditions (gasp! or is it the other way around?); ... let's protect our oceans.
It lives inside, and when you f i n d it, it makes you love yourself better.
The poet Mathias Svalina from instagram is on to something big with his surrealist prompt poems. Silly, maybe, but I like silly. Check it out to find examples. Perfect for Day4 of NaPo. Yay!
I hope you enjoy these facts about April, the giraffe that lived and died so far away from home. Happy April, everyone.
A prompt that took me out of my comfort zone-- put me through the wringer at first. But as I gave in to the discomfort, words started coming. I wrote them down, and voila! My first NaPoWriMo Poem. Please continue reading.
My mask has protected me, saved me. I count it as a true blessing. Do you have any sobering thoughts about masks? Be well everyone. Let's all reap the best of the season that unfolds sprightly.
My form of choice today is Haibun. I hope you enjoy it. I declare World Peace-- scroll to the bottom to read why. I wish you miracles.
The best of times, our lovely long-distance relationship was. A time of patience, & that beautiful art of letter writing made it all a worthy romantic time I savor. We still have the letters.
Organic, as in no pesticides, herbicides and not genetically modified: there's nothing grander. Enjoy my first viewing of 2022 Sakura blooms.
Sharing a heart-to-heart with you in this one. The good news, I delved on a mental escapade, & when I resurfaced, found I wrote my first Diatelle, and it rhymes! That never happened to me before.
measured with a ruler, graphed, or written, as algebraic calculation or like a histogram to be studied or memorized? How would you do it?