The Mini Troubadoura's Love Letter to Nature and Heritage
One troubadoura's adventures and lessons learned exploring the world through music, nature, and poetry. Visit my haiku site at harmoniesandhaikuhome.wordpress.com
Friday, July 19, 2024
Sunday, May 12, 2024
Friday, August 4, 2023
Stinky Bob
Sunday, October 16, 2022
Poem: Jane Austen's Life Hack
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Gray one poem, Black one poem or all one poem, madness in the mixing
Oh, how cliche, to yearn and pine (Oh, how cliche)
To linger awkwardly, toe the line, (to moan and whine)
When words, breath and thoughts combine (to bury deep)
I am swooning, clutching chest (this truth I find)
Oh, what the fool I seem to be (Oh taste of muse)
To duck and dodge, to turn and flee (and smells of pine)
yet still I sigh impatiently, (Like fingertips inside my mind)
{waiting for auras to collide} {Ensnares thoughts unknowingly}
Though I admit I to wish to kiss (Hesitate, struggle, resist)
Delicate brows and dewy lips (It buds at the root of play and jest)
Better to take to pen than to transgress (Feigning false indifference)?
and rush like wind to folly (Shows how deeply one is ruled)
Poem:Lunacy (or how to lose composure)
Like laces
Tied and tumbling
Mute
Like laces tied and tumbling
Stagger, fits and starts
Like laces tied I am stumbling
Frozen.
Caress the sky with gaze The earth pulled out from under me I don't know what to say
Thursday, January 7, 2021
Poem: Welcome 2021
Dread has this heavy feeling
Rock in my tummy
And this city leaves ash in my eyes
So I take to the woods
Moss cushioned steps
and words I can't take back
But I would not
If I could?
I would string them like pine cones
Like pearls around my neck
Red and blue?
That shit's for you
Smoke it by yourself
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Poem:After Taste
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Photo Credit Ursula Gruber Jacobs 2020 No dear, he is Geranium robertianum, and I love him. Yes, it is true, he smells of stinky arm pits...
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Like laces Tied and tumbling Mute Like laces tied and tumbling Stagger, fits and st...
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Dread has this heavy feeling Rock in my tummy And this city leaves ash in my eyes So I take to the woods Moss cushioned steps and words I ca...