Feelin’ the Groove in September #dVerse #quadrille
Poetry for September: Go bananas, Get your groove on Fall, I Luv ya' Life is groovy...
Poetry for September: Go bananas, Get your groove on Fall, I Luv ya' Life is groovy...
Sometimes when you desire it hard enough, echoes of home come in the wind, or as stowaways in the nets of fishermen. Just sayin'...
Remember when we wished a Happy New Year to each other? That was nine months ago. How time flies. For the rest of the year, I pray that we remain grounded in the lessons we’ve learned already. May we use them to the best of our capabilities so that we can continue to grow. May the rest of the year be extraordinary.
Zoom out, and listen to the silence talk back, relinquish your need to distract. With aplomb, serenity, and slowness observe yourself from above. Speak if it improves the silence but slowdown, hurry up...
Oral Poetry. Oh, yes, I like this. Hope you enjoy this one too. And the squanderer reforms his old ways...
On the alwayswrite blog owned by Marsha Ingrao she runs a Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) that I knew nothing about. But thanks to the lovely photo image I added…
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My first attempt at Gogyohka Poetry. We're talking Lullabies today. This lullaby is composed of star and moon dust. For you. Good night. Sweet dreams.
Riddle: What do word enthusiast do when they're derailed and out of the vortex; and feel like a turtle that someone kicked and left struggling to flip itself over? Answer: They write a Sonnet! Come read mine, please.
This year, on our visit to the cemetery, I saw a whiskey tumbler placed on a tombstone. That’s acceptance, I thought, and proof of love. Obon.
Hiraeth: Nostalgia that is closer to Sehnsucht (German) and Saudade (Portuguese). Creative non-fiction. Hope you enjoy my childhood story of longing. Saudade.
Learning from my mistake. Hope the change is evident. Never will I be perfect, but never will I stop trying to be better than yesterday. For you, a mirrored refrain. Enjoy.