not-quite Journaling, 12
the wild and weird
or get out of my garden.
4/24/2021: This poem bit was my reply to someone who asked, “What do you do to help people like the parts of you they think are no good?” Read more HERE.
the Fair Folk mushroom
an explosion of tulips
greets the supermoon
4/26/2021: I didn’t get a chance to see any of 2020’s supermoons--the weather was less than ideal, my health was a mess, and 2020 suckethed very mucho. But I think tonight will be perfect for moon watching. More photos HERE.
4/29/2021: During a discussion about what works (for me) when it comes to dealing with pain and exhaustion caused by chronic illnesses and a crappy immune system, someone told me, “You’re lucky and privileged to be healthy and young.” Instead of screaming “You don’t know wtf you’re talking about!”, I shared this poem.
to the familiar
sounds of my city
(buses and birdsong) and the howls
of April, not going gently
into this good
4/30/2021: There were also sticks clacking a mad chant around the balcony. To watch the video that inspired the poem (and more of my ramblings), click HERE.
feel your magic
4/30/2021, too: This chocolate cherry sunflower seed popped out of the soil in 3 days! And yes, my makeshift greenhouse is extremely sophisticated.
aloe to my little friend.
5/3/2021: I know… GROAN! But don’t judge me. I spent the day being squeezed and pulled by mammogram and ultrasound technicians. My sore boob and I deserve an immature giggle or three.
5/4/2021: The Frida-Leia ACEO and the painting on the background were created by my friends Shelle and Stacy, respectively.
fierce tulips still bloom
5/7/2021: Rain left these petals looking droopy, then came the sun and... curl!
the poem nature wrote
with her teeth.
It’s true--she wrote me with teeth,
claws, and tender storms.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #69: I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot!
Such a lovely way to get to know you better ... these journal posts. To know you is to love you.ReplyDelete
You are too sweet. 😊Delete
Your final haiku is my favourite!ReplyDelete
So glad you like it!Delete
Loving all your snippets, of words and plants.ReplyDelete
And we're all loving you back.Delete
It is always a pleasure seeing your garden Magaly and your efforts there (with a feast of eleven photos too!).ReplyDelete
I might've overdone it a bit with the photos, lol! 😅Delete
I'm glad you enjoyed it, Robin.Delete
A wonderful collection of words and photographs, Magaly! You’ve been busy this week and so have your garden and neighbourhood. I love the warning: ‘Love the wild and weird I bloom, or get out of my garden’, the mushroom umbrellas and explosion of tulips (my favourite flowers), and the New York allusion to Dylan Thomas. Here’s a little giggle for your sore boob 😊ReplyDelete
Yay, for giggles!Delete
Beautiful nuggets of poetry My favourites "I love the wild and the weird..." and "I woke up..."ReplyDelete
Thank you, Marja.Delete
I love that first bit very much :D And yay for fair folk umbrellas!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rommy.Delete
Here's to the wild and weird in all of us!ReplyDelete
Chock full of poetry goodies. Happy SundayReplyDelete
Thank you, Gillena.Delete
another treat as usual. your neighbourhood looks beautiful in spring. can't say that about my 'hood, spring or no spring.ReplyDelete
the painting, loved that Frida trademark of long eyebrows. :)
I've enjoyed the glimpses you shared of your neighborhood in your poetry. They always make me feel like you live in a poem or story...Delete
Everyone is a treasure but this one captures my fancy in magical waysReplyDelete
"when it rains,
the Fair Folk mushroom
I'm so glad, Debi.Delete
This skipped along like hopscotch on the sidewalks. I love the Fair Folk garden parts and the sounds of the bus and birds. I relate to the uphill battle of not feeling well and using your surroundings to praise what you can.ReplyDelete
Embracing the good is what keeps the bad from driving us nuts, methinks...Delete
What a wonderful visit! I love your greenhouse, by the way, and I agree with Helen-- to know you is to love you!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Bev. I believe you just made me blush. 🤭Delete
You are brilliant! So much feeling in everything you write! Love them all! Big Hugs!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Stacy. Sending you huge hugs right back!Delete
I like this, Magaly. It is like reading a condensed diary or journal. I suppose the girl laying on the green with the revolver near her head would be the most exciting.ReplyDelete
Mine would be, "My Aloe Vera plant died for lack of water."
Another, "Please tall palm tree, wake up after the BIG freeze."
Love the way Nature nurtures you and your boob, giving you such magical gifts to refresh your soul. HATE when people say "aren't you lucky" Aaaaargh I tell them "NO...I worked F**king hard to achieve what I have, luck has nothing to do with it" XXXReplyDelete
People can be very strange creatures, and not in a good way. Nature is so much better.Delete
Your tiny garden is larger because of your words. "Fair Folk Garden" is a wonderful label for this.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing your days, a glimpse into your world.
You're most welcome, Joel. Thank you for appreciating it.Delete
Whata beautiful eye you have for your garden Magaly and the love of life.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Robin. I feel the same way when it comes to you and romance writing.Delete
I liked reading this. :)ReplyDelete
So glad you do. 😏Delete