Imagine befriending genius – accepting social awkwardness embracing habitual quirks as incubation for enlightenment. If I could strip down, release preconceived notions, agendas, lie naked, exposed, in shallow waters, intimately entwined, unencumbered by sexuality or gender protocols, I would shake this sensual impotency – become one with creativity. As my father, wounded, I am inhibited […]
No sound, no movement the bullfrog obliges lens – I am conqueror, superior – then espy miniscule me in his eye. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion.  Image from personal collection.  I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all […]
Do fiddle together, they say, as if man lust were in want when his smooth, cool music fingers my girly drives are I ugly – not gorgeous? Some waxy, like rust, saying one of thousand not sad, but like rain are sky-suited. (Fridays are Magnetic Poetry day. Â Play online. Image from personal collection.)
Another beautiful, vibrant photo!
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Thank you!
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Our 1st freeze arrives tonight – we’ve been out moving various plants into the enclosed porch – saying goodbye to the zillion zinnia blooms!
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Is that what this is? A zinnia? I don’t know my flowers. Have to rely on Ric. Was pretty impressed that this bloom is hanging in despite the snow we’ve had.
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No, your image is not a zinnia … I think Ric is right – dahlia.
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Phew, lol. I worry about any flowers in my care.
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