For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
Hungry blackbird digs
reining in exuberance
worm quest before song.
An Earth Day prompt. This might be the first poem of several.
Earth,
not rich, not deep and galleried with crawling things.
Thin and unlovely it was,
speckled with decades of thoughtless waste,
glass shards, bottle tops, plastic caps, nylon string,
and older, rusted things that once has a purpose.
Garden earth,
was tainted with paint spills and varnish,
and killer products supposed to ward off evil pests,
the stupidity of ignorant preference,
tulips over dandelions.
My garden earth,
I tend and nurture,
returning what I can,
the peel of dead vegetables, tea leaves,
the good things the earth eats.
My garden earth responds,
With the riddling of galleries,
the wriggling of earthworms and earwigs,
the spiral beauty of snails,
and the first prize,
the gold of the podium,
the mad scampering of blackbirds
as they dig and scratch, squabble and cluck, tossing and turning,
in their wild treasure hunt.
My garden earth responds with life.
of a son
Minoan Linear A, Linear B, Knossos & Mycenae
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!
And so it goes...
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.
I'll talk you'll talk we'll talk
Promoting mindful living
A r t w o r k . . . f r o m . . . . . . H a m b u r g . . . . . . . . . . . . . G e r m a n y
October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
sharing the stories of interconnection
Jottings of a Storyhound
Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie
Just another blog of random thoughts.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.