Bleached whale bones radiate sizzling silence among slow dissolution and frozen indifference of icebergs. Vague swimming shadows in depths and shallows of ultramarine blue shun sulphur sun and melting beach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Elaine Jones ‘3 Tundra’ image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meet the Bar with Impressionism Today […]
Month: March 2017
No Words
in a starry sky a silent display of light heavenly language Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1174 silence Chèvrefeuille says today’s poem is a difficult one to understand: Silence Nothing is better for an ignorant man than silence, and if he were to consider it to be suitable, he would not […]
Spring Leaving
spring sap has risen bare willow trees are leaving in a burst of buds Kim M. Russell My response to Carpe Diem #1173 leaving Today we have another poem by Hafiz as inspiration. It’s taken from The Gift and it is entitled ‘No More Leaving’: No More Leaving At Some point Your relationship With God […]
Mehndi
She inhales the musky pungent blend of henna mud and turmeric curling from the sun in the palm of her hand, curlicues and russet rings circling her fingers. Intricate tattoos tiptoe on her feet to meet her groom’s initials concealed beneath a silken sari of yellow, the spicy colour signifying spiritual well-being and a prosperous […]
Star Without a Name
anonymous light illuminates a clear sky new star falls to Earth Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on aliens. wiki.com My response to Carpe Diem #1172 filtered light Today we have a poem by Rumi to meditate and contemplate, which is entitled ‘a star without a name’ and describes how humankind came to the world, […]
Outside the Window
Cat springs: an arc of fur becomes a blur from carpet to window sill. Cat lands between a vase of flowers and a photo frame, nose pressed against the pane, eyes following a fluttering flock of feathers enjoying the first sunny day of spring. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest This is my […]
Man-Made Mayhem
A fragment of lodestone is lodged like the Snow Queen’s ice in my heart, a magnet for wytal* absurdities which are chewing my senses apart. They flock together in an ashen sky: irreversible infestations, a billowing canopy of simmering ridiculousness attracted to me. I know they are innocent and I must stay calm: pear-shaped bananas […]
Free Spirit
He built her a tower in the middle of a field, where corn ears overheard as she conversed with the birds; he watched her fly away, intent on caging her one day. He painted her butterflies with rose-coloured wings that blended with the roses she made into posies; he watched them wither away, powerless against […]
Out of Body
A living quilt of stars and meadows lies across my bed; my spirit rises from my body pale as the dead. I am water rushing in the river, ever towards the sea; I flow through culverts and canals but you won’t see me. I am clouds and I am stars dotted in the sky; in […]
A True Friend
a true friend’s doorway offers shelter and succour to the injured soul soothes the exhausted body and repairs the wounded heart Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of the painting ‘The Restorer Of Wounded Heart’ by Madalena Lobao-Tello found on Fine Art America. My response to Carpe Diem #1171 wounded heart Today Chèvrefeuille has brought us […]
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