One sip at a time… – for WDYS #305 & TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge #29 “Memories”

  “Come on, don’t you ever stop and smell the coffee?” ― Justina Chen Headley, North of Beautiful   warm salty sea air summer breeze sweeps my thoughts clean taking in the days their sweet splash still resounding all through life’s rippling surface ~ The waves’ to and fro sway wash over my memories’ blue eyes  ~ … More One sip at a time… – for WDYS #305 & TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge #29 “Memories”

“Aurora and Zeph” in the series “Cradle of Stars” on my old blog – published on Gobblers by Masticadores

  I am very delighted to share that my poem Aurora and Zeph, the very first one in the series Cradle of Stars on my old blog has been published on Gobblers by Masticadores. So kindly thanking Manuela Timofte, the Editor for sharing it today on this lovely literary site! Please feel invited to visit … More “Aurora and Zeph” in the series “Cradle of Stars” on my old blog – published on Gobblers by Masticadores

One day I started taking pictures… – for The ‘One Day’ Prompt (12) at Weekly Prompts

  “Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” ― Charles Bukowski, Post Office   One day… I realized that the closest I would ever get to the beauty in the sun’s shine upon things and to the magic in the afternoons’ dappled light on the walls, the … More One day I started taking pictures… – for The ‘One Day’ Prompt (12) at Weekly Prompts

După 30 și de ani…/ Face in the mirror…

  “It’s okay to spin around and around in the same place. Just so long as you’re singing your heart out. THAT’s what life’s all about.” ― Chica Umino, Honey and Clover, Vol. 4   Am auzit și ascultat melodia atașată mai jos de nenumărate ori pe tot parcursul anilor copilăriei, adolescenței… pe fundal sau la petrecerile … More După 30 și de ani…/ Face in the mirror…

A song

  “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” ― L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between Go ahead through the twilight, through a mixture of moments… you will see bygone steps, muted sun rays, a way To a blanketed brightness quiet murmur of searching, silent ripple of sounds, moon and stars far away Olden … More A song