Tanka Tuesday – Random words

selfish on her grace
she's capricious each moment
a trap for the eyes

Tanka Tuesday this week invites us to play with words. I love to write found poetry, and this is similar. She gave us a list of words to pick three or more and write a poem. I’ve chosen: selfish, capricious and trap. These beautiful yellow flowers are in a pot on my desk, I’m enchanted by their beauty, so this poem is for them. The words are below, why don’t you give it a try?

love

in my garden

Saturday morning! I had a busy week and only now I’m catching up with this week’s writing challenges.

listen to me
in a world without gods
cherish love 
because it transcends matter, time and space 
it keeps us going, it fills us with optimism 
it’s the ultimate resource for survival 
in a forgotten world
as a breeze carrying seed to a distant land
love spreads infinite hope
when the spell is broken
look up at the stars
memories of scattered love
will spring from the universe
and fill up your soul
you will keep that moment 
forever ever 
and find the goddess inside your pure being
waiting to be pleased 
a constellation of joy will guide you

I hope you enjoyed my poem and have a great weekend,

E.

expansion

Hello and Happy New Year!

My word for 2023 is expansion, in the sense of claiming space for myself. My colour for this year is blue, immense as the sky and the oceans. What do I want? Not sure, but I want to breathe and be free.

Today, I saw the prompt for the story challenge in 99-words on the Carrot Ranch blog – Sabbatical. I was wondering how it would feel to have a sabbatical from me, the person I’m now.

Here it is in 99-words:

Sabbatical from me

One year not being me. Who would I be? A person carrying the weight of the past, or new thoughts would populate my mind. No attachment to society, no deadlines, of course, no blogging or Instagram. Total freedom of being. A cabin on a small island; a beach or a mountain; a fireplace and white lace curtains dancing with the soft breeze. No watch, no time, just flowing as the sun and the moon. Lots of journals and books. A garden with fresh vegetables and fruits. A cat as a companion, a golden one, to brighten up the cabin.   

Wishing a wonderful new year to you!

E.

if you see red, click

One of the rules I’ve learnt in a photography class is “if you see read, click”! I applied this rule a few days back during a walk on a trail close to my house. I had my Nikon camera with me and I wandered around looking for red. The day was cloudy and dry, but I was lucky enough to find ‘red’ on my way.

This week is the last work week before the holidays. I’m looking forward to a white Christmas, but not sure if it will happen, we had some snow, but it has melted already. The forecast says snow is on the way and it will stay for a long time.

 “I want a red to be sonorous, to sound like a bell.

If it doesn’t turn out that way, I add more reds and other colors until I get it.”

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

With or without snow it is pretty around here.

Enjoy your week!

dappled

Dappled – marked with spots or rounded patches accordingly to Oxford Dictionary

I had to check this word out when I saw the Moonwashed Musings‘ prompt for this week and my first thought was about getting older.

The photo above is of one of my hostas in the backyard. I think it is beautiful the change of colours, the slow decay of the leaves with all their spots and edges turning inwards as if investing in self-care, saving the energy for the rough months ahead. It’s a different kind of joy when I look at the plants in the autumn compared with the joy in the spring, when the plants are coming alive, the edges going onward, showing off all the beauty and expectations for the new season.

October’s beauty

My city is loaded with beauty these last days of October. I wish I could always be outdoors, enjoying the sunshine and the glorious trees. Impossible tasks, since I work all day and most of the time in a place without windows. I left the office earlier on Friday, yes, I deserved it! I strolled around my neighbourhood soaking up all the sunshine and fresh air.

Walking meditation as I like to say. Capturing all the views and sounds with my mind, and of course, taking breaks to save these joyful moments with my camera.

Leaves on the ground, an invitation to step on them and listen to the crunching sound.

“Fallen leaves on the ground are the golden song of immortal creativity.” 

Amit Ray

Have a safe Halloween and a great week ahead!