Archive for May, 2021
Oak leaves, a steam room, vodka and crayfish, Banya No 1 serves up London’s first Russian-style bath house experience – and it certainly helps any post-festive hangover, says Kevin Rushby
eviction notice
in a sidewalk puddle . . .
a stray and its shadow
搬遷通知 漂浮在人行道上的水坑裡 一隻流浪狗和它的影子
Chen-ou Liu, Canada
starlit night
in the winter hay
still some wind of June
sternenklare Nacht
im Winterheu
noch etwas Juniwind
Benno Schmidt, Germany
bereft among
a myriad of cosmic colors realizing too late
i should have loved myself unconditionally
Pamela A. Babusci, USA
The Street
Carmela Marino, Italy
a robin’s song
the part of the garden
always in the shade
Setting out to go to work, it is still dark outside, hands in my pocket, the mask on my face. The street begins to flow under my feet, the sky over my head, the smell of the leaves and of the night rain.
The starry sky covers all, even the garbage shines in a shimmer of frost. A sense of peace floats in me and this seems to slow down my walking.
bitter cold—
a piece of the moon
in the dirty water
A street lamp turns on and off on the odds and ends, arranged with great care by illegal sellers on dirty cloths on the sidewalk. One step further, in dim light, curved into himself, a tramp sits on a wall, with his companion, a bottle of beer.
Nothing escapes my gaze, I feel each instant of life around me.
the last star—
a stranger prays
to his God
At the pedestrian crossing I catch the eyes of a passerby smiling. What she is thinking? I begin to walk uphill: the blades of grass move together and at the whisper of my mantra under the mask: ”thanks thanks thanks” the screech of a seagull.
winter fog—
the breath of the world
joins mine
Source: cattails: a journal of the united haiku and tanka society
Trees are excellent at taking carbon out of the atmosphere and trapping it in their trunks, roots and leaves. But what if planting them wasn’t the solution?
Source: The ‘messy’ alternative to tree-planting – BBC Future
Flight of the dandelion
by Meng Qiu
Feathers dropped by angel wings
light and soft as in your dreams
rising into a stunning sky
carried away by a gentle breeze
along the path of the mountain
into the silence of forests
following shadows of the moon
hidden behind tingling stars
and with the first smile of the sun
blazing through the window
for your dreams to come true.
Source: POEM OF THE MONTH: FLIGHT OF THE DANDELION by Meng Qiu – MIR Online
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