© 2021 selmamartin.com (exclusively) Show me proper courtesy if you wish to reblog this, and ask for written permission to repost. Thank you. This is what I learned today: "a Conceit is a comparison whose ingenuity is more striking than its justness” and that “a comparison becomes a conceit when we are made to concede likeness while being strongly conscious of unlikeness." Wow. I wonder how I did...
Pouring my heart out and wishing a Happy Birthday to my daddy who's snug safely in my heart, and to who I dedicate this poem around All Hallows' Eve when we remember our dearly departed ones.
Words are all we have. Speak uplifting words.
A riddle: What's the nicest 'thing' you can have, and the best 'thing' you can be-- even through long distances? Well, a pen pal, of course. Won't you be mine? *wink* Thanks.
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.”
Today I offer you a poem and lovely information for your enjoyment, confident that you too are a lunatic like me. My answer's inside. What's yours?
Life: There are techniques for everything. It pays to learn the ones that matter.
Most of the time something is blocking the good vibrations from coming in. People out of vortex often feel hopeless, fearful, and annoyed. In this alphabet poem, I envisaged us all finally awakening to a reality that I wish to see in our world. All of us in the vortex. The presence of love is already sweeping away some of the hurtful things that are not of love. Soon love will be the only thing standing. That is the hope.
Do you know the long-headed grasshoppers? I was just introduced to a handsome pair. Click PLAY on the minute long video to hear her chomping at a leaf. Enjoy the short story.
Cliff jumping? Rock diving? This mother says, “No thank you.” What about you?
At the end of Summer like at the end of Winter, the old season tries hard to keep a presence. But in the end the old has to make way for the new. Give up the crown, so to speak. I love the lovely exchange. Do you?
Help protect our migratory birds. Turn off the lights, please— at least during the spring and summer migrating seasons. Thank you.