Mercurial

Here is a nonet I wrote yesterday with nine syllables in the first line and one in the ninth. The photos are old but from the heart and slightly mercurial. Mercurial Nine is the times you cried for my love. Eight times I said no and cried back. Seven was not even when six came

Mama!

Today celebrates my one and only mother. Even though in her case there are a few in one. Three photos with the loveliest smiles below were of course taken by father. They say there is just one mother but I’m so lucky I have some: A Partisan, a teenager, a good fairy, a chef sublime,

Go see me

The moon is from last May, the words from yesterday. Bitter feet want his bed.Together in thousand lies.I ask sweetly:“Go see me.”Goddess waxes the moon away.

Birthday Thursday Doors 26/5/22 with three door stories

I wish to remember the good old times in hope of more to come with photos taken by my friend who celebrates today. This post is also my contribution to the second Thursday Doors Writing Challenge: three door photos called my name and caught my eye and earned some words. Today is the birthday of

Team spirit

Just a recent poem today with some unrelated orange photos to make the Suns feel better. Team spirit Can you feel it? Sing, singe, synergy. Team spirit – knowing that nothing beats synergy – trumps teen spirit – thinking you are the only one who can. So what if now you can only sway instead

Thursday Doors 12/5/22: Green doors of Italy

I set out to find green doors in my archives and immediately had 50 photos from one year alone. That’s why today Italy, Slovenia next week. Last week K. mentioned in a comment to my post that she liked green doors and I was reminded of the green door post I did once before. I

Pic and a Word #312: Disorder

Today an erasure poem about the state of the world. If I hear disorder, there can be only one: the song from the Judgment Night soundtrack, the five minutes from which I used to get my power and explain to everybody about its three accelerating speeds. Only much later I learned that Ice-T and Slayer

Future means getting old

How can you choose who to vote for if art competes against a country in war? I have just finished watching (sometimes merely listening to) the videos of all 40 countries competing in the Eurovision Song Contest 2022 in Turin (because Italy won last year). The first semi-final will take place next Tuesday. I won’t

Day 30: Magic cento

Today is the day to finish things and maybe start new ones. We had another amazing April, my fifth, in the company of Maureen’s prompts and all the poets and their poems. My last poem is for you all. Prompt 30: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a cento. This is a poem

Day 29 & Friendly Friday: Travel books

As Sandy teams up with the four ladies who run the What’s On Your Bookshelf challenge on the subject of travel books, I’d like to present three books by three bloggers that I admire. On my penultimate poem of April, I was barely able to nail the poetry series, just like the Mavs. But we