A short and sweet Rondelet to entertain you today, my friends. Please check it out, my lovelies.
💡 enflaming me with chutzpah, W3 💡 TorchAloe, you grand bushcandelabra free to the bees, birdsand moon glow—nature skilled you with conical spikes tobrighten a lethargic garden;alone I sit breathing your chutzpahTorch Aloe, you…
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…