Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Because Easy Isn’t Always Right

For your ease, never speak
of gender, politics, or religion
that isn’t socially accepted.

Our good neighbors hate
conflict, diversity, and ideas
that
challenge their own.

Hi, I’m the liberal, LGBTQ+ ally, witchy woman who just moved next door.

 - for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #75: Between What Is Right and What Seems Easy (write new poetry or prose inspired by the idea of choosing between what is right and what seems easy). Also linked to Writers’ Pantry #76: Whatever the Weather.

Saturday, June 19, 2021

Love and Let Love

not-quite Journaling, 14

 
the poetry:

Some superheroes
need a cape to save their world,

bees are born with wings.

But we are not bees,

strapping on virtual wings
and flying and screaming,

“Love is love,

and that must be

enough” just isn’t

enough.

To save our world, ourselves,
and to save the loves
we love
(and the loves we don’t),

we must love

and let love.

and the inspiration:


more photos
HERE

6/4/2021: “He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals (and in a Magaly is believed to brew cackles of wild delight).” ~ Oscar Wilde (and moi). Also, no one wears green as enthrallingly as Nature does—so, you shan’t be surprised to know that I spent most of my morning walking around with my head in the leaves. What about you, have you stared at a tree and smiled like the most blissful of lunatics today? If not, you totally should. Really, try it! 🌳🥰🍃

 


“She gives all she has

to be beautiful for you,

to be presentable,

and to be joy in darkness.”

- Angela Moreno -

6/4/2021, too: All right, so it’s more likely that the amaryllis is doing it for herself (and for pollinators). Still, Moreno’s “Amaryllis” is a gorgeous poem that felt extra right when I saw my amaryllis blooming brightly in the dark. 


6/8/2021: A handful of years ago, I only grew things I could eat or brew (and sip). I rarely grew flowers. Then I realized that although I got a bee or three when my tomatoes and strawberries were blooming, I never got a significant number of pollinators. So, I began to grow flowers for those wondrous creatures. Now, one of my dearest delights is seeing them buzz around my wee garden doing the kind of magic Nature created them for.


- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #75: I Just Want to Celebrate.

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Goddess Nude

She took care
outlining my curves, my face,
the crook of my left elbow, my lips.
She loved my form
with every stroke.

All fingers and paint—
rough brush touched no surface.
I am lines of sunshine made colors,
birthed from her mind onto canvas.

She caressed life into my browns and tans,
daubed a bit of pink over my breasts
and some blue on my aura for balance.

She admires flesh
stretching confidently around bones.
She painted me shouting, “I am luscious,
natural, precious, goddess nude—
I am woman.” 


Nude
, by Shelle Kennedy

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #74: Painted Tales.

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.

more on Instagram


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

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Wholly

I reserve the right to be unusual,
differently shaped, and my own
limited edition of weird.

I will not apologize for your lack
of imagination, sense,
or vision.

I’m wholly me.

 

The inspiration behind this sevenling:


to read my not-so-wild rambles about this stitched blackout, go HERE


My scabiosa was feeling extra creative, so she bloomed herself a mutant baby.


- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #72: Unusual, Uncommon, Uncanny.
 

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