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.
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.
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?
got twittles in my basket stars in the Michelin Guide Basque and I will profit this foodie's satisfied Find out more, join the party & get your twittles on.
To arrive at a better future, we must transcend through the facade of pretense & view from a new angle with intent for inner peace to descend: for our children's future. So brace yourself for the world upgrade. Mindset, Insight, Poetry.
Awareness of the pleasantness of the moment makes for a day of here-spent hours. Let's be the peace we’re wishing for, the change we all need. As thoughts whizz through our thinker, let's think world peace.
A past, scars, and embarrassment-- we all have them. So when that carousel of dreams comes along, bearing sepia photos, heed the call. Count your blessings and surrender.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect. ~ by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Let me introduce you to Medium.
Us, modern people with smartphones, private jets, and our important, busy lives… Who of us is interested in tanning salons and hot yoga right now? Who of us is feeling impinged upon for having to miss out on monetary gains? Ours was a world that complained too much, stockpiled too much, stepped over those less fortunate, and lived too fast. What a future-less, made-up world we clung on to.