In the past, we’d experienced active faults, grandparents, victims of old age assaults, unable to name the rumbles and shakes that came to be known as dementia earthquakes. And then there was you with your primary waves of forgetfulness, distance and those days when you disappeared behind your blue eyes, just stood and gazed with […]
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The Art of Frost
traces of first frost icy glints on branch and leaf still life on windows poetry on the footpath songless birds saying farewell © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem Universal Jane #6 first frost This Wednesday’s special feature in honour of Jane Reichhold is also the regular prompt for […]
Umbrella
in the suddenness of a November downpour he offers rainbows kisses and sanctuary dry under his umbrella © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #3 rain I’m enjoying this Sunday morning catch-up! I’ve got to day three of Tanka Splendour and the topic is so fitting – […]
It’s Party Time!!! Come right in 👡👢👞🎶
Originally posted on a cooking pot and twisted tales:
Hop in, grab a drink and let’s get this party started. You are most welcome do make yourself comfortable. Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page: Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts, freshly squeezed juice, Coffee, Tea and so much more. We even have an Intercontinental Chef in the house. Go…
Hidden Object
My response to Carpe Diem #946 spring evening- hidden object morning sun creeps in between slats in the shutters igniting dust motes © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
It’s Back! Giveaways & The Next Radio Request Show
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New Soil
Driving back from this morning’s Bounce and Rhyme session at the local library, I passed a field in the process of being ploughed, which inspired this poem. feathery flock a splash of white g u l l s CRASH of wing waves against rich brown earth churned and cr um bl ing studded with […]
I will not go with the ferryman
I will not go with the ferryman, Into the endless night, Nor touch the dust grey shores, Where shades linger grieving. I will not listen to the clinking of silver, And the whispering of the dead, R… Source: I will not go with the ferryman by Jane Dougherty. I love this poem and have to share it!
Morning Song
My shadorma in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – The ‘Aware’ dew glistens silently on grass quiet breeze stroking trees blackbird’s silver song cascades morning has broken © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.theguardian.com
Waiting on the Edge of a Season
This is the second of two poems I submitted to the Poetry Society’s National Poetry Competition back in autumn, both of which were unsuccessful. I am smitten By the hovering season When dozy drones still buzz Their mantra And leached leaves Spiral Into swirls Of their own skeletons Sultry days are […]
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