A fabulous post by Ray Laskowitz. The brighter side of the Covid isolation.
A child’s view.
Sometimes a walk is just the thing that you need.
Children need more than that. They need to be outdoors. They need fresh air. They need to play. They need to learn.
We are locked down. Most people thought they would live, work and play in the digital world. Sure, that’s occured. The use of Zoom shows us that potential. But, people have returned to old school pleasures. People are playing board games. They are actually talking to each other rather than looking at an itty bitty screen.
And, Children. When they are outside and keeping their distance, they are playing games with which I grew up. A big one is hopscotch. I’ve seen pictures of this around my social media feeds. I hadn’t come across one in real life. Until I did.
If this is part of the future — the better future — I’m good…
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sunshine, salty breeze
siren song beseeching me-
troubles melt away
scrunching sand under bare feet-
ocean waves hello
beauty surrounds me
swimming into the sunset-
please don’t follow me
A magical, beautiful short story by the fabulous Gigi!
She grew up, playing in the forest. She knew all the animals, and often slept surrounded by rabbits, squirrels, and birds. The forest was beautiful during the sunny days of spring and summer. Cooler during blustery fall. When cold winter stopped by, she curled up in tree trunks and pressed against larger animals to stay warm, sleeping on and off, until the days grew longer and warmer. She trilled with birds and nukked, nukked to stags. She was happy. The stream was cold and clean, the berries abundant. She ate what the animals did, only getting sick, every now and then.
She danced and climbed trees, until she grew much older and stayed longer on the ground, until she rarely slept in the branches, any longer. She tended the wounded, and buried the dead. She was one with nature. She never saw another animal who looked the way she did. …
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delicious urges boiled and simmered
as she watched the gorgeous man-boy swim
diving into the mist and spray of the sea once again
watching his bare skin glisten as he emerged into the sun
lying there on the beach she allowed herself to daydream
of feeling him against her, of tasting the salt on his skin
drunk on the thought, she languished, half asleep
not noticing his approach until she heard a voice above her
“Sorry to intrude but I was watching you watching me…”
and that is how they met
~Melanie Thomason 2/21/19
So my friend Gigi has been writing a series of short stories How They Met, spinning fabulous tales of could be couples’ first encounters. If you haven’t read any of them, you really should. Anyway she inspired me…and the above poem is a tip of my hat, if you will, to her.
I hope you enjoy this lovely poem of love, loss and healing from Holly. But how can you not with lines like, “I am the flush of peony”
Enjoy this lovely, nostalgic feast of imagery from Chris Nelson. Visit his site 🙂
He watched the shadows lengthen
Like an old man’s coat
Tails torn by the wind,
Stained by love and loss,
Gone the Alaskan Summer
He’d wished would never change,
When high-hung Suns like mirrors
Kissed each waking hour,
His child-eyes blindly clinging
Translucent lids now closed
Still see the dreamed of constants
Beneath the milky dew,
And as the shadows embrace the night,
A lover’s furtive tryst,
He feels the loss ripped from his skin
And draws his own coat tight.
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I hope you enjoy this poetry by j matthew waters as much as I did 🙂 Don’t forget to visit his site.
I’ve not seen it all
this movie that weaves
in and out of close encounters
actors are not what they seem
on any kind of stage
whether supported on oak trestles
or razor thin wire
the money flows like milk and money
brewed and bottled on the black market
where trade secrets are available for sale
anywhere from one to a million bitcoin
sometimes I like to daydream
during the night
just to shake things up
excited to rehearse those parts
I’m least familiar with
may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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I’ve been spending a little time visiting old friends here on WordPress and I’m so glad to reacquaint myself with the vast and varied talent that lives here. I didn’t know how much I missed them all. Please read this truly touching poem from Paul F. Lenzi. Please visit his site 🙂
Poesy plus Polemics
Drawing by FoxAndTheCrow
in her anguish
no room for
all she needs
is a touch
take the fear
from her mind
hold her heart
in the palm
of love’s hand
in their power
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