pennant ears streaming buffeted by March madness a zig-zagging hare Kim M. Russell, 17th July 2018 My daily response to Carpe Diem Summer Retreat 2018 Finding the Way At Carpe Diem, it’s time again for the traditional seasonal retreat: a period of 30 days in which the goal is to write a daily haiku or […]
Abandoned Boat
stranded by the tide no oars and free of anchor an empty vessel Kim M. Russell, 19th July 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1479 abandoned boat Today’s image to inspire our imaginations without limits was found on Tumblr.
Freed
I remember in 1986 a free concert on Clapham Common when Sade sang. Later, we raised our voices in a chorus to ‘Free Nelson Mandela’. Not long after, he took that long walk to freedom, with dignity and humility, shared his wisdom and showed how one man can unite many. He lived a long life, […]
Finding the Way Day 5
tangled green weeds camouflage of cool shadows a cat’s paradise Kim M. Russell, 17th July 2018 My daily response to Carpe Diem Summer Retreat 2018 Finding the Way At Carpe Diem, it’s time again for the traditional seasonal retreat: a period of 30 days in which the goal is to write a daily haiku or […]
Moorings
on sleepy moorings boats rise and fall with the tide breezy lullaby Kim M. Russell, 18th July 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1478 Harbour Today the image for our inspiration is another photo from Chèvrefeuille’s hometown. He gives us the option of using his image or sharing images taken in our own neighbourhoods or […]
Finding the Way Day 4
in secret gardens paths wind through many stories a breeze turns the page Kim M. Russell, 17th July 2018 My daily response to Carpe Diem Summer Retreat 2018 Finding the Way At Carpe Diem, it’s time again for the traditional seasonal retreat: a period of 30 days in which the goal is to write a […]
Choking Nature
Humans record artistic impressions of patient Nature’s handiwork in a line of wind-tattered trees, a blanket hem along the skyline and curving sculptured hills, where skylarks rise from barley singing, and dissolve into the darkening welkin. Hills become shadows, the silence palpable over still-hot fields. And yet, in boroughs, towns and cities, greedy humans waste […]
