—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Medusa
HUMMINGBIRD
Suspended
In midair
Wind swirling
Wings fluttering
Yet somehow motionless
Does time stand still
only
for
you?
Suspended
In midair
Wind swirling
Wings fluttering
Yet somehow motionless
Does time stand still
only
for
you?
BLUE SABBATH
It was a wicked sunny blue
Sunday afternoon
nothing to do so did
something instead
green sacrament
blue sabbath
and the sky wasn’t
the only thing high
my mind must be fed
I am not dead
I am alive
a soul seeking light
shadows don’t exist
the Summer sun does
and I do too
on a wicked sunny blue
Sunday afternoon.
SRIRACHA, AVOCADOS, & COFFEE
There are only a few things in life
that make everything better.
Sriracha, avocados, and coffee
are three of them.
Politics and religion
are not.
There are only a few things in life
that make everything better.
Sriracha, avocados, and coffee
are three of them.
Politics and religion
are not.
THAT PLACE
where the walls are blankets
holding in the warmth
of being there.
that place, where your head lays down to rest along
with your mind and soul.
that place, where dreams are cast into the ether,
where the walls are blankets
holding in the warmth
of being there.
that place, where your head lays down to rest along
with your mind and soul.
that place, where dreams are cast into the ether,
that place, if you can’t find it then create it.
that place, roam free but always follow your heart
back to that place.
that place, roam free but always follow your heart
back to that place.
LIFE & DEATH
When we cease to look at the world with wonder...
we die.
When we fail to see the possibility in it all... we die.
When we stop letting love and empathy into our
hearts... we die.
When we let fear and hate seep into our souls...
we die.
When we see ourselves in the eyes of our enemies...
we live.
When we realize the sun will still rise in spite of
it all... we live.
When we look in the mirror and embrace what we
see... we live.
And when we know there is always room to grow...
we prosper.
___________________
Today’s LittleNip:
LOST
—Scott C. Kaestner
If you don’t get lost
you’ll never find your way
confusion is the path to clarity,
uncertainty the key to unlock reality.
___________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Scott Kaestner for today’s fine poetry!
When we cease to look at the world with wonder...
we die.
When we fail to see the possibility in it all... we die.
When we stop letting love and empathy into our
hearts... we die.
When we let fear and hate seep into our souls...
we die.
When we see ourselves in the eyes of our enemies...
we live.
When we realize the sun will still rise in spite of
it all... we live.
When we look in the mirror and embrace what we
see... we live.
And when we know there is always room to grow...
we prosper.
___________________
Today’s LittleNip:
LOST
—Scott C. Kaestner
If you don’t get lost
you’ll never find your way
confusion is the path to clarity,
uncertainty the key to unlock reality.
___________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Scott Kaestner for today’s fine poetry!
Scott C. Kaestner
A reminder that
C. Knight’s Steakhouse
wants to start a reading series
in El Dorado Hills—show up
tonight, 8pm, if you’re interested.
For info about this and other
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C. Knight’s Steakhouse
wants to start a reading series
in El Dorado Hills—show up
tonight, 8pm, if you’re interested.
For info about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
