Attempting three prompts with a non-conforming rebellious feeling for the end of the month. Happy Samhain my friends. And Happy Diwali too.
An Acrostic Poem for every season. Thanks, Diana.
Strolling in moonlight or playing attunedPulsing in moments feeling mighty fineI on the solo flute, you the bassoon Double-blind and tone-deaf yet we align The bees hum about clover and sweet…
Let’s take care of our planet. It’s the only home we have.
A little dark poem is where I landed today. Hope you can recover from this one.
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
What are you up to now that the humidity is last season’s news? Here’s an idea.
A story behind what I see depicted in the piece, ‘Boys in a Pasture’ by Winslow Homer. Something about John Keats.
I. The prompt poem: (of last week’s challenge)‘Dispensing diamonds…’, a poem by Suzanne Brace II. Suzanne’s prompt guidelines for this new week: Theme: Transformation; Form: Quatern Quatern The Quatern is…
What are your mornings like? Come read about how my mornings begin.
This is my second time writing a Kimo; my first with the garland Kimo. From revisiting that first time post, I realize one more point, Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku. Unrhymed. No title.