Oh, my lifeIs changing every dayIn every possible wayAnd oh, my dreamsIt’s never quite as it seemsNever quite as it seems I know I’ve felt like this beforeBut now I’m feeling it even moreBecause it came from youThen I open up and seeThe person falling here is meA different way to beI want moreImpossible to Read more about Dreams[…]
It is early morning,before the world wakes up. I open the front door. And here is heavensitting waiting for me to remember it. Geese and gulls fly across the sky sounding their distinct calls through the valley. Giant hydrangea blooms and tiny jasmine flowers abound. Up the garden, the first aquilegia seeds and a single Read more about Heaven[…]
The Power of Love – Frankie Goes to Hollywood The power of loveA force from aboveCleaning my soulFlame on burn desireLove with tongues of firePurge the soulMake love your goal. I’ll protect you from the hooded clawKeep the vampires from your doorWhen the chips are downI’ll be around with my undyingDeath defying love for you. Read more about The Power of Love[…]
SINGING NATURE BACK TO LIFEthelostwordsTHE AUTHORSROBERT MACFARLANESeek, find, speak• ThecreatorsofTheLostWordsdescribeitas:’‘abeautifulprotest’againstthe loss of everyday nature from our everyday lives in Britain and beyond’ and refers to Brecht:In the dark timesWill there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing About the dark times. JACKIE MORRISSeek, find, speak, createJackie Morris speaks of the ‘sleeping seed of a Read more about Lost word spell songs[…]
https://www.kimrosen.net/events-1 What I take:- MY POEMS ATTEMPT – RABIA. All of what I would want my child to know my poems attempt. We are infants before each others are we not, so vulnerable to each other’s words and movements. A school I sat in cured me of hurting others. I have come to see that Read more about Poetry Dive 2 With Kim Rosen[…]
Jane Hirshfield JasmineAlmost the twenty-first century —how quickly the thought will grow dated,even quaint.Our hopes, our future,will pass like the hopes and futures of others.And all our anxieties and terrors,nights of sleeplessness,griefs,will appear then as they truly are —Stumbling, delirious bees in the tea scent of jasmine.
Here is midsummer. The time of purple and orange. Out of a Jurassic forest of foliage rise the polemonium spears. holding aloft their beautiful-blue purple flower clusters. While pink-purple rockets burst forth on the buddleia bush. And Orange hawkbit waft their devil’s paintbrushes highamong the tall spears of lucifers Crosimia and the low snaking tendrils Read more about Purple and Orange[…]
Verity Sharp listens to how the world’s musicians, sound artists and poets are responding to the Loss of species https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000kgsn
Drying Aquilegia seedpods. Clover flowers floating like miniature lotus flowers on a pool of green.Seas of mint and pink geranium, Pale yellow stars of the lady’s mantle Spears of LavenderAnd tiny orchids of the dead nettle. Foxgloves trumpets held on high. Soft leaves, spiky leaves, furry alchemilla leaves, leathery leaves of the peony and hydrangea. Read more about First seeds[…]