Autumn Aesculus Horse Chestnut Tree Orange Fall


I spend a long time in the park stuffing my pockets, and on the way back, I buy several boxes of matches at the kiosk.

It is time for undersized horses and oversized ants. It is time for hedgehogs and spiders to be friends.

It is time for chestnut animals.


Tap Tappa Tap

Rummaging through some old poems again, I found this one, which I found rather sweet.

Tap tappa tap

Music plays

A breeze blows

And he taps his feet


Chirpy chirp chirp

She whistles

Dark clouds gather

And birds sing in the bushes


Drip, drip, patta patta pat

They laugh and seek refuge

Hair clings

And the rain comes plunging down.

Two small Eerie Ones (2 of 2)


Hand on the windowpane,

I look in at the stranger on the sofa.

Her empty eyes are turned to the solid-white sky.

Are there any thoughts behind that blank stare?

I shiver.

Then with a jerk, I am in the sofa,

Inhabiting the head turned towards the clouds.

I look down and see unfamiliar hands writing.

Two small Eerie Ones (1 of 2)


(Credit: Luke Braswell on Unsplash)

The painting reminds me of the Mona Lisa.

A woman sits in the foreground.

A smeared landscape behind her.

A slight blush in her cheeks.

She is very naturalistic.

I have heard that some people do not like pictures like the Mona Lisa.

They are bothered by how the eyes seem to follow one around.

However, the eyes in this portrait do not follow me anywhere.

They only follow my sister.


Life Stirred (4 of 4)


(Credit: David Cohen on Unsplash)

I should appreciate it when life stirs

I should take the opportunity to whisper in its ear

Or let it stroke my hair

But I really need my eight hours of sleep

Life Stirred (3 of 4)


(Credit: Madi Doell on Unsplash)

They lay like dead on silk sheets

A mosquito landed on a bare buttock and life stirred

However, it was not enough for a resurrection


Life Stirred (2 of 4)

She wove reed-fingers

Into baskets for carrying her withered roses

A bud blossomed as life stirred

Life Stirred (1 of 4)

The following four updates are four short poems written using the prompt ‘life stirred’.




Through cracks in the floor

A neon eye burned

Concrete split as life stirred


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