Each moment an awakening, fresh start,
light patterns, puddles, different every day,
the voices of the birds, the swallowsโ dart.
Each moment an awakening, fresh start,
light patterns, puddles, different every day,
the voices of the birds, the swallowsโ dart.
Poetry and Images
My thoughts, ramblings and others are here, with no particular logic or order.
A blog by Billy Mills
or a White Other or an Eastern European
Assembling the Jigsaw of a Febrile Imagination
Navigare con attenzione, il Blog si sbriciola facilmente
Inspiration, History, Imagination
Extraordinary Tales of Nature
Diary of a Dublin Housewife
Poems from the Celtic fringes
Stay Bloody Poetic
i think therefore i write
Books and new writing
Never back down ๐ฑโ๏ธ
Ein OIKOS[TM]-Projekt gegen Antisemitismus, Rassismus, Extremismus und Fremdenfeindlichkeit.
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
Canadian Zen Haiku canadien ISSN 1705-4508
Ramblings of an Irish ecologist and gardener
Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
Inspiring others through the written word, fictional blurbs & documenting my writing process from scratch.
occasional musings of an itinerant seanchaรญ polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
Just writing what's on my mind
Very evocative ๐
Working up to the big finish ๐
Now that sounds very promising ๐
It’s turned out well, considering the idea of itโ31 stanzas, all rhyming!
And only three more to go then the big reveal ๐ฑ
Then the big re-read ๐
Yes indeed ๐ฑ
Lovely–the way to approach each day (if we can).
It’s how we ought to set out anyway. Sometimes you just have to vent though ๐
Yes, that’s true. Or stop and walk a dog or pet a cat (or in your case, walk a cat, too). ๐
Cat walking is for when I have an excess of patience ๐
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I’ve been noticing the light patterns a lot lately. I don’t know if it’s the light, or if it’s me. (K)
It’s you, taking the time to look closely. There are so many details in our lives, it’s impossible to catch them all.