Upside Down

January 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nectar’s potency –not diminished upside-down –does butterfly seekperspective, or is uprightonly a human construct? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: upside-down.)

Beach Blooms

January 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Coarseness of gravel,spikes of hollowed reeds – yellowboldly intervenes. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Yellow with Buzz

January 14, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I am vibrancy –sunshine sweetened with nectar –help me spread the vibe. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Royal Visit

December 24, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Unassuming mauveattracts royalty – delightscommon bystander. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Little Red

December 22, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Even tiny bloomsaspire to splendour – assertpassionate colour. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Multi-coloured Floral

December 20, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Found this multi-coloured bloom in a butterfly garden. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Roadside Glory

December 17, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

This single bloom, beside asphalt and stiff, dry grass, caught my eye. Isn’t nature wonderful! (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Sunburst

November 30, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A personal favourite, borrowed from my summer collection. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

A Little Less Buzz (FOTD)

October 22, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Instinct pushes on despite inclement weather – a little less buzz. (This pot of mums sits outside the community centre, where I was surprised to find this little fellow hanging on despite the cold. That is tenacity! Image submitted for Cee’s Flower of the day.)

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]