grasshopper in cropped copper fields calls to clouds sings to storms above whispered promises wind in the stubble © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond: Twelfth Song – August 27, 2016. Welcome back to Paloma, who has given us a Navajo ceremonial chant and song lyrics by Rich Mullins […]
Month: August 2016
Solitary Joy
in wide open fields susurration of summer clouds and wild flowers are my only company secret solitary joy © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1037 pleasure, with another beautiful quote from Lord Byron (1788-1824): “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society […]
Different Dreams
I used to dream Of being someone else, not me. I used to dream Of swimming up and not downstream, A beauty in my fantasy, Wealthy and famous, not like me. I used to dream. Now I am me, Contented now, life is brighter. Now I am me: Older, experienced and free, A wife, […]
Mountainous Yearning
unbroken landscape embracing the open sky mountainous yearning © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1036 mountain, where today’s inspirational quote is from the American poet Theodore Roethke:“Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.”
Heavenly Prism
My response to Carpe Diem #1035 the colors of the spirit Today’s quote to inspire is: “Nature always wears the colors of the spirit” from Ralph Waldo Emerson through a drop of rain nature vibrates with colour heavenly prism . © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Sky’s Full of Stars
Another rondelet Sky’s full of stars And your heart’s full of broken dreams; Sky’s full of stars, Your skin’s latticed with silver scars. Your life’s come apart at the seams, Tearful eyes brimming with moonbeams. Sky’s full of stars. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.astronomy.com
Magic – A Poem by Max Reif
Originally posted on Poetry Breakfast:
Magic It must be some kind of sorcery, how we all dip into the same alphabet-palette of 26 letters, and one man comes out with word-paintings that create phantoms to fear, while another’s words point to the infinity of the gorgeous sky, and of human possibility. ? ? About the…
The Resonance of a Glockenspiel
My response to imaginary garden with real toads Little Tiny Our task today is to be inspired by Brandi’s song to write our own verse on the subject(s) of being and/or feeling alone, building walls, glockenspiels and jingle bells, cliches and replays, or anything else “Little Tiny” brings up for us. I’m not sure about […]
No Place to Hide
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #45: Summer storm, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #178 – Saving Grace photo ©Fir0002 No place to hide On a path overhung with trees: No place to hide, Escape the thrumming of sulphide, Imminent lightning on the breeze, An undercurrent of unease: No place to hide […]
Nature’s Way
My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Cave – #writephoto The way led down an old green lane, Into the woods and back again, A weed-riddled path quite overhung With heavy foliage that swung Across the crumbling hillside. Returning ravens overhead, Ill-omened messengers of the dead, Croaked a raucous resounding knell, Gurgled like […]
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