General

Graham Nash wrote this song and it was written when Nash was a member of the Hollies, it was never recorded by that group in studio (although a live recording does exist).  The song appeared on the album Déjà Vu by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young which was released in 1970, and it was also released as a single, which peaked at #16 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts.  The lyrics deal with the often difficult relationship that Nash had with his father, who spent time in prison. Nash, who is also a photographer and collector of photographs, has stated in an interview that the immediate inspiration for the song came from a famous photograph by Diane Arbus, Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park.  The image shows a child with an angry expression holding the toy weapon, and this prompted Nash to reflect on the societal implications…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #89 May 30, 2019

with the flames of a dragon

the warmth of the sun

the dawn sings a lullaby

©J.E.Goldie May 30, 2019

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with the breath of a dragon

the warmth of the sun

gives birth to earth’s lullaby

©J.E.Goldie May 30, 2019

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Floribunda Hotel
Dirt pile shrinks, beds grow
Red, orange, yellow, and green –
Seasonal tenants.

 

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Dahlia
Red velvet spokes
Circle their churned butter hub —
Summer’s color wheel.

 

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Summer Miner
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Hollow head drives long beak deep —
Green wiggling nuggets.

 

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.  Reena wants us to write a haiku this week.

Mish is the host of dVerse today, which is Open Link Night.

morning sun rises
in the desolate garden
some shadows quiver

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 89

 

 

land decimated
nature’s forces so brutal
scared people fleeing

The first thought in my head in response to this prompt is the havoc nature is playing with us in multiple states in the USA. I happen to live in Kansas where this season we have endured endless rain, severe flooding and thunderstorms, a few tornado watches and an actual warning of one approaching our area. Unfortunately, those turned devastating elsewhere in the state. Luckily, my family and friends haven’t been terribly affected, but some were not so fortunate. Nature can be so damn beautiful and expressive, then ravage you in an instant.

Written In Response To:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #88 – PROMPT: ‘magic numbers’ –  This week’s prompt moves around two points: 

1. A sudden event that feels magical in its impact
2. Significance of numbers or any superstition if you find it interesting

The Fibonacci Sequence – 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 – is the syllable count for each line of the poem.

We

Are

More than

A number’s

Definition says

We are the Creator’s glory

More precious than our eyes can see

Divinity’s light

Shone through love

And more

Are

We

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The four horsemen rode through the land and in their wake left intolerance, anger, greed and debasement of the human soul. The horsemen never raced or galloped across the land but came at a slow, measured pace. People scurrying around, wrapped in their daily toil failed to observe the horsemen’s approach.

The first horseman rode a white horse. He infected people with intolerance. They divided into tribes of close minded zealots, reinforcing their ignorance of views held by other tribes.

The second horseman rode a red horse. He stirred people to anger and to express their views in violent ways. Peace diminished…