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.
