poetry, prose, and photography
in this time of rage
invective traded like cash
poetry’s my peace
Checked Twitter this morning. So much rage. I’m not sure there’s not anyone without veins bulging nor invective dripping from their lips, a poison so sweet, so deadly.
I’m glad I have this little garden on the internet, where I can delight in life and growth, not what’s been burned beyond recognition.
Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “bosom”.
now hold each other
clutch children to our bosom
the world’s mad with rage
Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “Acid“. I found this pretty challenging. Finally, I came up with the notion below.
like a strong acid
such a corrosive people
crafting so much pain
My contribution to today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Sand. I, being me, opt for a haiku.
memories of sand
I love the smell of the beach
the winds from the west
raindrops on petals
the bees now seeking shelter
spots on my glasses
This photo called to me for a haiku, and I was delighted to oblige.
the sun slips below
warm blazing orange blankets
when will the stars dance?
in this morning calm
do not rush; embrace the calm
near the feasting bees
Ah, the beauty of mornings. No one else awake, the sun rising, hidden by trees and clouds. A perfect Seattle morning…for me, at least.
in this sea of bits
the face of God floating by
through digital mists
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 