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Floral Dress<<<

Earth is an ornate looking glass, Inviting us to reflect honestly on the past, when fields were green, forests of ancient trees breathed freely, and we lived, loved and laughed. She wants us to remove our masks and see ourselves and Earth as we are meant to be.

Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2020

‘A distant future’, photography by Raluca Caragea

My response The Sunday Muse, where a picture really does…

Once, the constant backing track of traffic and city noise drummed in an ever-present hum. Streetlight haloes fixed glimpses of homebound faces as they passed, in shop windows and bus-stop glass.

Now, there is no more morning haul or night-time crawl of onomatopoeic pedestrians and their quirky, jerky stop-and-go.

Below deserted bridges, the river laps where the homeless nap, huddled in shadow, yo…

This is literally LIFESAVING

little new in the news (little love lost between late lovers)

i thought i was a cynic defined once as a failed, frustrated romantic

but

that’s a digression that’s a depression that’s a diversion

everyone wants to be a snowflake these days perfect unique fragile as ephemeral as a cherry blossom and so so cold so cold you can’t expect any warmth just a glint of light reflected and refracted an…

Ode to a Lone Ranger

Another (not so) ‘secret admirer’ poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link

  Feel free to read,

Said the batman blogger,

Adjusting his mask.

I’ll tell you of Cohen and The Beatles

And Seattle sofa surfing.

I’ll sculpt you a poem

About the ascension of larks

With pain of delivery & joy of birthing.

I’ll reel you a romance

Of deserts and morning-dew mountains,

Crashing through forests,

Splashing in…