Theme
12:58am
July 17, 2015
Flowering Carpet Of Redwood Sorrel
(Hendy Woods, California - 3/2015)
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11:21pm
June 17, 2015
Moth in my screen.
Computer screen shows
Moths flitting through air currents
Halfway cross the world
6:52pm
May 8, 2015
Spring
plants bud and blossom
rain and mud replacing snow
as the sun comes out
dad’s old red backpack
hangs expectant on doorknob
awaiting a hike
5:27am
March 25, 2015
poems every day
I promised myself
to write poems every day
springtime in my heart
flowers blossom inside me
I plant poems by the road
5:04am
February 6, 2015
A how to make flower crowns with dandelions. Not sure if it will work on other flowers, but as long as the stalk/pedicel is long it should be alright O v O
Also I hope it’s understandable ahah
I used to make, and wear, those all the time during my… my mom would probably call it my Luna Lovegood phase :-)
I probably wouldn’t do it now just because I’d rather see living ones than dead ones. I really love dandelions, they’re one of my favorite flowers and I hate that they’re considered a pest or a weed. I love the way it’s damn near impossible to get rid of them. I love the fact that Donna Williams signs her name online with a *) at ht eend – a dandelion as a symbol of resilience. I would do it too if it didn’t feel like I’d be taking something that truly belongs to someone else. (I was first online in an era where stealing another perosn’s ASCII art from their signature file just Was Not Done EVER. You had to ask permision. And I don’t feel strongly enough about it to ask permission.)
9:12pm
January 20, 2015
This is possibly my favorite childhood picture ever (it ties with one where i’m climbing a tree… maybe). We were in the woods, and my mom had put flowers in my hair and wanted to photograph them. Meanwhile I was staring at the hillside, it was na overwhelmingly reddish-brown color and I was losing myself in that, as my mom snapped the picture. And apparently playing with my hair. It reminds me strongly of a photo of Donna Williams as a child where she was standing ‘staring at nothing’ and playing with her hair.
My parents were inclined to describe my staring at nothing as “thoughtful”, but it was more the absence of conventional thought, and a whole lot of sensing. I guess I like the photo because it reminds me of that time, and because (to me) the presence of that sensing mode of thought is so abundantly clear here. But I couldn’t explain why.
11:19pm
November 1, 2014
Blooming
Some plants must be coaxed
Carefully into blooming
You are such a plant
When this plant blooms
I hold rituals in my heart
Celebrating life
Nothing can evoke
More of life’s fragility
Than that rare blossom
[Writing prompt — blooming — provided by chordatesrock. You can always leave an ask on my tumblr of a word or short phrase and I will try to eventually respond with writing. I try for poetry but fiction or nonfiction may happen as well. As usual, this was also published on my main poetry blog, which has a comments section.]
11:45pm
October 25, 2014
Haiku #6: Sidewalk dandelions
dandelions bloom through
cracks in the sidewalk
pushing toward sunlight
[This was originally published on my main poetry blog, which has a comments section.]
