a constant victim of fickle sea’s eviction vagrant hermit crab Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1134 beyond control Chèvrefeuille asks if we know the feeling that we are losing control; that time (for example) is like grains of sand through our fingers? He says that no one […]
Day: January 24, 2017
Radical
Scientists and builders envision a future skyscraper that devours smog: free radicals will mélange mist and fog, metaphor murk and mêlée confusion into melancholy morasses and disperse them into the sky as mellifluous gases. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics – Verbify Me! Also linked to […]
Fanfare of Raindrops
rain mutters in eaves, gurgles in gutters, whispers on the windowpane, plops on open umbrellas: a fanfare of spring showers Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem honours Jane Reichhold (1937-2017) G.) whisper of rain In the final episode of our special theme week in honour of what would […]
On the Road
with a flash of fur a harvest mouse swings from view tail gripping thin twigs nature guides a pilgrimage among the changing seasons Kim M. Russell, 2017 The Road to Santiago My response to Carpe Diem #1133 walking the Road Today, Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to create haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form inspired […]
Mountain Lake
in moody mountains long-legged prints of hares merge with neat tracks of fox at the edge of a still lake sky and water face to face Kim M. Russell, 2017 Images found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem honors Jane Reichhold (1937-2017) F.) Sierra In the penultimate episode of our special Theme Week to […]
Nature’s Haiku
trees cast blue patterns against a blank sheet of snow nature’s own haiku Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Photos Public Domain Day ten of Carpe Diem’s Spring Retreat 2017 fragile beauty Chèvrefeuille has welcomed us to the Spring Retreat 2017. Last year we had two retreats: one in summer and one in winter. This year […]
Here Comes the Bride
Under blue skies on a sunny day at the end of May in Tuscany, I trod the stony, dusty track from the farm buildings to the wheat field where the wedding ceremony was taking place. After a busy morning placing five almonds in each of a couple of dozen mini Kilner jars and tying them […]
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