When sun has set and flutters not a bird,
When all is still, all sleep, feathered and furred,
It echoes in my head your last harsh word,
Tossed out with thoughtless ease, such heartache stirred,
The death of hope I wish I’d never heard.
The Daily Post prompt is: Elegant
The elegance of the cat, stalking across the night roof,
Pads making no sound on the sprawling vines,
Is one with the silence I reach out to and never catch.
Between open fingers it seeps and sifts,
Clanging on the hollow ground like iron saucepans.
Flowers nod in sleep, and the blackbird stirs,
Feathers ruffled against the cat scent,
And the city hums and throbs with an irritated rhythm.
Cat pauses to listen between the red-hot threads of noise
And hears the bird heart pulsing.
But I slip and slide between planes of babble,
Falling into a boiling pit of sound thick as tar.
Is there no silence in this world of compressed humanity?
Elegance of the poised paw, the spread wing,
Parabolas of beauty, slicing the stillness.
While I struggle with the viscous blaring and glare of the crass and the futile,
Cat melts into the night.
i think therefore i write
Books and new writing
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Ein OIKOS[TM]-Projekt gegen Antisemitismus, Rassismus, Extremismus und Fremdenfeindlichkeit.
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
Writer & Photographer
of a son
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 seanchaí polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
Just writing what's on my mind
AS HUMILDES OPINIÕES DE UMA MULHER DE CORAGEM QUE DIZ SIM À VIDA!
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My journey through photography
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
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Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Running in the slow lane
It started as a 366 - now a regular Photoblog- just for the love of taking photos and sharing them.
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Promoting mindful living
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October and November 2019