small feet toddle through my dusty memory they leave everlasting prints though her adult feet would never fit in my shoes I remember the curl of small toes waiting to be tickled and a small wet thumb that slipped from rosebud lips these small things awaken a thrill of anticipation at the small seed inside […]
Once upon a van Gogh night more colourful than day, a shoal of stars, disturbed, took flight, and poured down from the sky. I couldn’t find a little boat to row on the cosmic sea, nor did I have a fishing-net to catch some dreams for me. I tossed and turned on my pillow, and […]
creativity a tempestuous child and brightly coloured bricks Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1263 neighborhood of colors In the final episode of September, our inspiration is an Italian scene.
cool shade and pot plants a haven for all seasons outside traffic hums Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1262 courtyard blues In a new episode of Imagination Without Limits we have another Tumblr image called ‘courtyard blues’.
I have never had pleasure in any kind of treasure and no sparkling diamond can be my best friend. But the peridot colours of an August garden delight me with greens and ochres, golden sunshine dancing in the sky, protection from the evil eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
A boat has flamed into the market square; although its wood has rotted away, its soul is impressed into the soil. All that’s left is rust and nails, a broken key, a piece of spoon, and the remains of two long bones. A hidden surprise in the heart of a city, a flat-bottomed Viking coffin […]
the pages are doors to our imaginations each image a key Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1261 The Pleasure of Reading Today’s CD Imagination is a photo found on poetbf tumblr, full of images and art-work. This photo had no title, but Chèvrefeuille says he thought immediately of ‘The Pleasure of […]
This landscape is rimmed with mudflats, salt marshes and shifting sands. Stubbly fields smoulder with an ever-autumnal aura, tinged with incandescent flames of purple knapweed and sky-blue chicory, bitter and peppery, spiced up with the sweet perfume of crushed clover, wild marjoram and broom. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
on the river lights float to the horizon the dead rejoice © Basho on the river all the boats are tied with ropes freedom is anchored lights float to the horizon crowds of souls released flickering lanterns the dead rejoice they are free to sail away while boats are tethered Kim M. Russell, 2017 My […]
magic woollen yarn leading us back to winter the winding road home Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1260 Winding Road