
succulent skies
pale pinks, lush lavenders
we draw our water
from a deep, deep well


succulent skies
pale pinks, lush lavenders
we draw our water
from a deep, deep well

laundered quilt,
heavily draped over deck rail
unqualified spring color
that somehow feels just right

gloved fingers
toss stones aside
dull razor claws
the canvas layer
mud clumps tip
of rounded spade
I wrench fresh babes
from tangled domiciles,
relocate each one
to its new home
More archive gatherings! Here are my photos – using the search criteria number of 121 – for this week’s challenge ~















explosion of spring
every shade of green
April’s nurturing sun

~ we only need an openness and an eagerness to embrace the possibilities!

A surly old poetry colleague used to harangue his fellow writers whenever an uncommon or foreign word, expression or phrase was used in the poems we shared in group gatherings. I always held a different (read: healthier, more vibrant!) take on the matter. I love stumbling across fresh-to-me opportunities in poetry and prose to gain new knowledge and insights.
This morning, during my daily poetry readings, I discovered the following words and phrases, all new and previously unknown to me:
Life-changing, attaining these simple lessons? Probably not. But, with a smile on my face, I enjoyed the process of discovery, the ‘aha’ moments and the tucking-away of precious new (and perhaps useful) information for future writing endeavors.
Here’s to our own special ravens!

friends we make in poetry
writerly acquaintances,
those who see
and understand us
in ways utterly
incomprehensible to the
rest of our worlds

savored postcard poems,
gifts from word compatriots,
lyrical language missives

an inch so far,
more on the way
the greening of spring —
it won’t be long now
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