Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
This post officially concludes the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. Thank you to all of the exceptional writers and friends that took part in this collaboration. It was an honor to write with you.
And, thank you to everyone that participated in the 30/30 collaboration by reading, liking, and commenting on the poems shared. I still have some poetic responses to share, and will share them in the weeks to come.
Announcements
I am excited to announce that I am working on a new collaborative project for 2023. I will begin to communicate the details of this new project in the next two months, with more being shared when we enter the new year. Please stay tuned to this site for more information about this new initiative.
I am also going to begin a weekly prompt sometime in the next month, once I rest and recuperate from the 30/30 collaboration, which means that my blogging schedule will reduce to 3 to 4 posts a week going forward.
I am pleased to announce that my poem, Plum Trees, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support and for publishing this piece.
Lilac and Mint
I walk toward the moon lilac and mint waft through the night a fragrance
bruising my heart, and hard to define
itโs youโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
The trees have ruddy cheeks after a season of heavy drinking, but as rays and rains retreat, a skeletal hand beckons me to lie in shadow below my favorite tulip tree, amidst the signature pattern of DNA forestry.
If I escape into unknown dark, a place sunlight can never hold, will knowledge be bestowed from the underside of limb and branch? I duck and take a chance, besides enlightenment never trickles. It is always avalanche.
The bark, a sort of braille, is a hidden language, and by touching it we speak, myself and ancient tulip tree, sharing spells through silent system, wrinkled body โgainst wrinkled hand. Is that not real wisdom?
The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.โs poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.