tipsy like the breeze flowers unfurl a welcome vernal colourscape Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1393 Spring Is Coming also linked to Mindlovermisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille Today we have another long poem from Rumi, entitled ‘Spring has come’. Advertisements
Life had become a no-man’s land bristling with blackened stumps and fallen trunks, an ancient bog where once a forest grew – until the fog of despair doused the light that had burned strong and bright, destroyed by passion out of control. Shrouded peat was pocked with charcoal and twisted roots eroded toxic soil. Between […]
autumnal balloons say goodbye to summer blue urban migration Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #206
a ripened cherry embarrassed by the high sun low moon swims with stars Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Crossroads #2 the summer moon In this new weekly feature, we have two haiku by two very different haiku poets: a thousand gallons shower from the eaves… cherry blossoms © Issa and it […]
wooden rocking horse gallops through budding forests imagination Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1392 A Children’s Game Today’s poem, ‘A Children’s Game’, has been taken from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks.
I came to poetry through music. My mother was very musical and loved to sing. She had a broad taste and, instead of lullabies, she would perform popular songs of the day to get me to sleep, songs by Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan, Frank Sinatra; Harry Belafonte’s ‘Scarlet Ribbons’ (which reminds me of mum) and […]
Out on the nightmare sea, pitched and tossed by waves and misrepresented mermaid’s octaves ships approach the graveyard of negligence, the locker of Davy Jones, with its stash of pearls and gnarled bones nullified, picked clean and white by Neptune’s unleashed parasites. While gulls plane a sea breeze on stiffly out-stretched wings, you can’t move […]