it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
how many shades of green in the backyard cedar hedge, how many variegated branches flicker in the sun? impossible to count – the more you look, the more you see. more greens dance there than live in my box of crayons, and i bought the deluxe set. how many differing raindrops fall on how many differing blades of grass, each welcoming the varied deluge as … Continue reading one true way (poetry)
I feel adrift without the prod of a daily prompt. It’s an easy thing to find another source – Word Press itself will provide one if you ask – but I’m reluctant to commit to much beyond what’s already on my plate. Life’s about to get busy and nobody’s well-served by busy-squared. And yet, there exists in the back of my mind a niggling sense … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Putterings
It’s a moody beast and we complain upon seeing its approach, but I miss the rain if it’s absent for more than a day or two. Week or two. Some might say “glutton for punishment,” but we’re the world we inhabit and my world is one of lush greens most of the time. I like the wet. If rainclouds were bright, they’d be more welcomed … Continue reading Never parched.
From Famine to Feast. 