RAINY DAYS often get artists busy, with their writing tools or easel and brush, as they look for inspiration at the shape-shifting clouds flexing muscles to enter imagination The one-bun is a nice format. Try your hand at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/31/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-july31st-2019-clouds/
carousels pine for their own destination just ferrying others takes its toll – the wear and tear being unnoticed at large https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/31/in-other-words-carousel/
magic of black paint a few brushstrokes or palette knives on a pastel canvas setting imagination afire …. creativity https://scvincent.com/2019/07/25/thursday-photo-prompt-aflame-writephoto/
daily accretions make me what I am today I need to take care all changes are positive lest I slip back – once again https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/24/in-other-words-improvise/
shadows on the wall changing shape, form with light my fragmented self https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-july-24th-2019-shadows-on-the-wall/
my lonely, scalded soul groans so often on being unfairly chosen for the cross my tears are nothing, but lava molten just why should divine justice be so gross I drag through the day, and then sleep morose one morning… my inner eye awakens I see no reason to be so shaken it's all … Continue reading Cross I bear
my eyes under the spell of delicate beauty long to be fierce again, once more but fail... https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/07/23/photo-challenge-273/
fear, anger, sorrow sun's smoldering eyes warn the world – listen before disaster strikes dark clouds gather here on earth https://frankjtassone.com/2019/07/20/haikai-challenge-95-7-20-19-smoldering-hot-moyuru-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
transforming beaches high and low tides – fickle waves ebbing and surging teach me how to live – sun, moon make a struggle magical https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/17/in-other-words-the-beach/
Fire changes, and each moth approaches it without knowing the fate of those who died before … at least without being able to connect the cause of death with fatal attraction. The Sun is one, but fields of sunflowers change. Moods and emotions change. Undying love renews itself every moment to sustain itself. Understanding is … Continue reading Eternal Myth
