I’ve cried for seventeen long months, I’ve called you for your home, I fell at hangmen’ feet – not once, My womb and hell you’re from. All has been mixed up for all times, And now I can’t define Who is a beast or man, at last, And when they’ll kill my son. There’re […]
if I could give up one thing you see it wouldn’t hang from a big apple tree * if I had to stand with a big lettered sign it would not be written in cursive or in rhyme * if there were a big group standing in a crowd people united some silent others loud […]
Like a science project something to be analyzed we never touch you we only observe write the data pen the findings draw a conclusion You in the world’s fishbowl swimming against a red tide only to find all of your school is missing though the report “only a few are dead” Brilliant you fighting fish […]
a yellowed, antique lace veil shivers in the breeze once worn by her babushka she fingers the edges lovingly grateful her once blue eyes now opaque having seen too much * ancient green fields waved once welcoming mariners adventurers from distant lands now scarred and impotent battleships crouch as lions poised, ready for action * […]
Life springs forth no matter the season flowing onward The prompt at Carpe Diem is The Ob River in Russia. Though none of these shots are the Ob, I hope they convey the life and beauty of the “river.”
Motion and noise voices pervade my senses time passages * time ticks awake in my slumber endless rocking * endless rails last century carries me motion and noise For Carpe Diem – Inspired by Russian train rides and Coehlo’s entry about a train stop in Perm.
Around the world – it’s time for Lunch!!! or обед or depending on your time zone Dejeuner The word may be different the length of the meal may too but everyone comes running with those wonderful smells what would you do? What’s For Lunch? hmm bread, le pain, хлеб Avec peanut butter, fromage, borsh yum […]