Noticing and Musings
First time joining WDYS – What do you see challenge from Sadje. I’m joining with a free poetry form. This photo is so exquisite and I couldn’t resist when I saw it on my feed. The words just needed to be written. Hope you enjoy!
the bride thought it better the forest, the moss the songs exhaling from the trees the birds and the butterflies too late for the groom only the veil lays on the stream following the flow of a dream
layers treasured by seven locker charms the hidden innocence a sacred space deeply blaring each petal whispering for help obeying no set rules the poisoned thorns borders
This week’s prompt for Tanka Tuesday is synonyms only, and the words are sanctuary and follow. I’ve chosen sacred and obeying for my poem. I’m trying new syllabic forms and today I have Cinquo poem. This form consists of 5 lines: 2, 8, 6, 4, 2 and the poem should be unrhymed. I decided to write a double cinquo since I had too much to say.
The photo was taken with my Nikon. I rarely used it, but I thought this pretty rose deserved it. I’m sharing with FOTD.
Have a great weekend!
Oh October, I’m already missing you! All the colours, freshness and coziness you have brought to our days.
Last day of October Squares, It was great to register a few moments of kindness during this month. Below is a gallery with all the photos. Check here if you wish to have a pick at my July Perspectives and compare summer and autumn photos. Thanks Becky for the lovely challenge.
it’s all white out there, snowing again! it’s pretty but it’s time for the winter go away and make space for spring.
sunday stills today is tropical, and i go with bananas! i got these ones yesterday at the grocery store, they are from Colombia and are delicious.
it’s so great that with the harsh winter we can still taste the wonderful fruits from all around the world.
have a lovely sunday!
spring has sprung in my kitchen! i’m in love with the colours of these tulips. i’m not sure if one word only could define this mix of colours, maybe: soft, sweet, tender…
“sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love”
E. e. cummings
spring has sprung outdoors as well, i noticed these tiny tulips sprouting during a long walk by the river in the first day of spring, you can read about it here.
hoping spring (or autumn’s magic) has sprung to you too.
have a great sunday!
sharing with sunday stills spring has sprung and FOTD.
the grocery store
with all the greyish outdoors
green is hidden there
sharing with sunday stills – show us something green
the day we change the time. I don’t remember this day last year. i was entering my 3rd in the hospital. lots of tubes and drugs in my body. i didn’t have the simple pleasure of adjusting the clocks while drinking my cup of coffee.
today, a year after, i woke up early, i made a strong coffee, the way i like it, i fixed the time, i wrote my thoughts in my journal and i’m trying to look ahead.
the first year isn’t easy, i’m always comparing the ‘now’ with a year ago. hope it gets better.
have a lovely sunday my friends!
Sharing with Sunday Stills – Daylight
Without a firm participation with wild nature, a woman starves and falls into a obsession of “fell betters”, “leave me alones” and “love me – please” … Go out in the woods, go out. If you don’t go out in the woods, nothing will ever happen and your life will never begin.
Women who run with the wolves
Each day we are getting far and far from nature, from the wild. Everything is so sterilized, chemical and modified by the humans that we are losing our true essence.
I look for the wild in every place, from a spider web in my backyard to the mystery of the forests, mostly in books since we don’t have a forest close by.
Sometimes we need to get lost in the wild to find our true-self!
Sharing with Sunday Stills – Wildlife
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson lived all her life in Massachusetts, USA. Never traveled far, but her words took flight and her poems are known all over the world. My favorite is this one above. I wonder if she could imagine that after centuries her words will still be traveling and touching the soul of many people.
Today’s word for Sunday Stills is flight, so nothing better than feathers and a poem about feathers to make our imagination fly away.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
Getting older and letting go aren’t easy things, but we can learn lots with nature. I always keep the flowers until all the petals fell down. These were the first tulips that I got this year, at the start of February. You can see how pretty they were here. They are still pretty to me, but now it’s time to let them go.
Have a great weekend!
Sharing with Cee’s FOTD
