“Breathe in, breathe out, hold your breath,
breathe normally,”
a recorded voice instructs,
reiterates
as other sounds pierce my heart,
I feel entombed
staring at that small black hole
as I comply, …
“Breathe in, breathe out, hold your breath,
breathe normally,”
a recorded voice instructs,
reiterates
as other sounds pierce my heart,
I feel entombed
staring at that small black hole
as I comply, …
submerged origins
stretch this jazz of blues to gust
bright brine-washed being;
I see clouds and wings trace Pi
sweeping up a cyclone’s tail.
Alternative Text: a zebra unicorn stands on clover grass under a starry night sky full of shooting stars Unicorn Zebra rarest of the rare, horses say we don’t exist, seek us where we roam. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
sweetened seeds in sheaths,
spring’s tunic dressed in
last sun’s poppies,
twelve moon pirouettes since
we consumed these;
Divine is both verb and abstract noun, like love, value, dream, time;
Doubt is both verb and abstract noun, like lie, fashion, endeavour,
Disregard, envy, thrill or calm, delight, pleasure, trust and hope…
Happy Sunday Everyone! I hope you’re having a good day? If not there’s still time. This is one of two posts for this week’s ‘Sustainable Sunday’. Its sister post is full of hope and positive action. Do you have a personal story to share about trying to live more sustainability? I’d love to hear, celebrate…
The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,
Thus, the rider sought the dragon
Iron Scale beneath her bridge
“we need your breath of fire
For life to prevail,”
The rider said.
One roar,
Spring.
a revolution in growing, cooking, packing a packet of crisps, who’d think it; a salty snack could save the world in small ways; solutions from re-thinking how crisps were packaged, no plastic, each compostable packet eco, logical, inside, taste, all natural, renewable energy supply, well grown ingredients from one locality blended…
Whatever’s happening in the world, in all our lives, whoever you are I feel the will to say I Wish You Peace!
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
Pain goes in, love comes out.
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