Day: March 17, 2022

Originally posted on stumble upon serendipity: When I see you I read poetry When I hear you I feel poetry When I touch you I drink poetry When I hold you I inhale poetry As we talk we trade poetry As we walk we breathe poetry As we cook we mesh poetry As we negotiate…

Originally posted on stumble upon serendipity: ? You ask me how to write Poetry how to attain Poet status You think I pen my poems like a focused jeweller who strings careful beads on silk threads like an inventor who calculates ingredients to whip up the fitting concoction like a librarian who explores all of…

Originally posted on stumble upon serendipity: Cwtch (rhymes with ‘butch’) is a Welsh term to mean a safe storage space or a cupboard. It also signifies a meaningful embrace to offer safety to a loved one. Hugs are for everyone, cwtches are for a special few. I dedicate this poem to anyone who’s had moments…

Originally posted on stumble upon serendipity: Laughter An explosion releasing me from trappings A manifest drum call for cheer and celebration Chuckle Tongue-in-cheek humor Caressing secrets hidden in my cellar They age with time Guffaw Showcasing glee unapologetic, unreserved Splashing joy Wholesomeness packaged Giggles Sweet nectar Soft, endearing An appreciation of life’s smaller moments Chortle…

Originally posted on stumble upon serendipity: Cacophonous words clash and clang Cluttered ink callously smeared bleeding across lines Between the stilled pauses lie crouched conflicts Wailing war cries waft in the void Half sentences sort-of phrases hang in the aching air hovering in terror Strikes stilling protest muffling urgent words need to be said Worlds…

A Poetic Tale Of Love For A Burmese Lady. Goddess Of Myanmar

Original image found here on Pinterest You saved me –  I lost all sense of who I was during that year with the walls closing in But you opened all the doors and let me escape and create any moment I needed You saved me –  helping me break-free, be just me or whoever else I wanted You opened my eyes to beauty and heartache (the…

The Giving Cause: The Humble Mumbles of a Perfectly Imperfect Single Mom Photo by I.C. via ReShot No one ever said thiswould be easy, and I’m notcomplaining, I’m simplyexpressing what I feel . . .what burns deep within me.A single mom is the firstperson their child sees inthe morning, and the lastone to caress their…

There’s something so beautiful and alluring about love. Everyone talks about how it helps you grow and brings out the best in you. How it feels like to love and to be loved. And then people also talk about how it destroys you. The way it dismantles you and breaks you after it’s gone. They…

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a robotic writer. Is it an analogy or a battery-operated i-writer? Is it possible? What will happen if robots write? Go where the prompt leads! This is where the prompt took me —…

It was suppose to be a peaceful morning on the nature trails, but instead of those wonderful winter mornings of solitude just hanging out with the birds along the trails we were reminded that it’s that awful time in Michigan where everyone decides in March it’s time to leave their homes after a long winter…

At the very last moment, the Sharks hired Marlon Soprano, a freelance dancer who didn’t care which team he played for as long as he got to perform his signature move, a double backflip ending in a manly split dripping with testosterone but no actual damage to the cojones. The Sharks just knew this would…

Poetry Partners #63 Two linked senryu by LaMon Brown of ‘Pathways to God’ today’s questions what is justice without love harsh cruelty without love what’s spirituality: nothing of value LaMon Brown: https://spirituality159.com/ A shadorma by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ I’ve been told appreciating life requires existence of terrible diseases like childhood cancer. I’d…

I do not know my mother’s name: she got it from her father,and her mother, from her father before her.Our herstory has been erasedby history,records always follow the paternal line. Matrilineal DNA might help,if we had all the samplesbut most of them liea long-time underground(or burnt to ash).We silently acceptedan unspoken, acknowledged misogyny and had…