Elaborate, the tree forts imagination envisions Indifferent, the rationale that overpowers inspiration I balk, abandon hope, build a wall instead, forgetting… Creativity is not linear,
When dawn, an earthly murmur, I walk, light Soon, heat climbs, the verdant blanket grass, rose, blossom I offer water, hot, relax. (Friday is Magnetic
Beneath mossy beards weathered faces watch, listen – silent witnesses.
No sound, no movement the bullfrog obliges lens – I am conqueror, superior – then espy miniscule me in his eye. (A tanka for Ronovan
No more than a sparrow, am I numbered among the ordinary; brightly I sing, though inwardly shy of people and shadows I am wary. Numbered
A trill, a flash of red, note unmistakeable – loves echoes scatter through the air hearts soar… (Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge is