Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
Yellows aim so all can see.
Wind flips them about.
Greens believe they cannot fail.
They motivate no doubt.
Purples, whites and reds proclaim:
“Sail your colors high!” 43 more words
2 days, 7 hours ago
Victoria C. Slotto, Author
Was it like this my entire life
or only since the years stole
in and swept away beauty and desire?
I stand here, watching shadows… 165 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
Bless You, Little Things
I bless you, all you little things—
you gifts, ignored by humankind.
You, honey bees and tiny blooms,
Eight-legged spider in my room, 146 more words
1 month ago
Any blessing we receive
May it pass on from us to you.
Every blessing should conceive
A future blessing if it’s true.
So with passing may we leave… 33 more words
Summer of Love
Signs of the Times
I could have been there, but wasn’t,
though this California earthquake
hit me harder than Loma Prieta
(and I was there, in the city, for that one.) 158 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Perspectives are of details
That limit what we see
So what we see will benefit
If I were walking from here
Upon adventures tossed… 66 more words
In the green of our valley where ogres do dwell
We think thoughts of heaven. They act like it’s hell.
If they knew all the damage they did, would they stop? 121 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago