Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Deliciously Destructive

They
remember being
         moth and flame,
consumed by love’s burning
lure.

 


Moth and Flame
, by Dynasthai
via

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #73: Butterflies and Moths.

Saturday, June 5, 2021

Ink and Spell and Bloom

not-quite Journaling, 13


the poetry:

Get ripped by misery, my heart, or stitch energy into the world.

everywhere I go,
my dark and bright ink and spell
a chant of balance

in dandelions,
imagination blossoms
the sun and the moon

the whole world won’t stop
screaming because of a bloom,
but one soul might smile

Battle for mirth, my broken heart, and stitch energy into the world.


and the inspiration:


Succulent on the rocks.

 5/10/2021: Because “it is a truth universally acknowledged” that the sense of humor of this peculiar teetotaling gardener works in mysterious (and slightly lame) ways. It is true, Jane Austen and I know things.

5/20/2021: Yesterday morning, my takion blue plant was full of closed buds. Then, the temperature went up and up and… BOOM! an explosion of pretty blooms (which you’ll have to imagine because I’ve no idea how to link Instagram stories). I hope some bees stop by to take a look, a lick, whatever they want.

5/27/2021: I went out for a walk, half-drunk on memories of the super flower blood moon, when I ran into a dandelion patch. The last two photos, in this triad, made me think of the sun and the moon. I hope you have a bright and blooming Thursday.

5/31/2021: After three days of rain, the sun and my sweet Williams are blooming their adieu to May. I like these flowers so much--because they are beyond lovely, and also because they are my Piano Man’s namesake (yep, I have my own sweet William). 🥰 


Stitch energy into the world.

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- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry# 73: Encouraging Ourselves.