Well both the NaPoWriMo and the Not Without Poetry prompts made my head hurt some, but after pondering the former, I suddenly had a flash! ================= Progression A miss who is good for a smile. A lake blue and clear … Continue reading →
from the Not Without Poetry prompt this time: Many nights in my driveway I stand. Look up. Feel small under the stars. Quiet but for wind or snow or peepers or crickets. Feet from the car and the front door. … Continue reading →
In response to the NaPoWriMo prompt #8: Once on an April day in May As I was travel’ing home I chanced upon a garden gay And in it sat a gnome. His bright red cap stood high above the flowers … Continue reading →
On a less solemn note, my friends and I had a great time today passing around haiku on twitter and facebook. Most of these had to do with gnomes. No not warcraft gnomes – ick. Garden-variety gnomes. My progression went … Continue reading →
Remembrance of an April A single crocus in the yard stands watching over the taller daffodils still pushing through the leaves. Years ago I told him to leave on the first of April: “It’s time for you to live somewhere … Continue reading →
Creativity can solve almost any problem. The creative act, the defeat of habit by originality, overcomes everything.
