Category Archives: Nature
“It’s a yellow day,” Maud said. But everything inside and outside looked green (we live in a greenhouse). “Yes, today is a yellow day,” she repeated. “Because the sun is shining.” – James Steerforth (© 2013) Note Q: So what’s … Continue reading
Despite its drab, dusty appearance, the tendrils of this big plant in the middle of the forest pulsated invitingly, drawing me into its center. Where I am now, waiting to be digested. Thank God I had with me my Android … Continue reading
No wisteria, no chrysanthemum out there, but still a good sneeze. – Oson Posted for Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazón. A somewhat tongue-in-cheek haiku by one of the lesser-known masters.
Oh the leaves, the leaves of fall, yellow, orange, they are coming down, down – James Steerforth ( © 2010 ) Written and posted for recuerda mi corazón.
Well, I guess I’m too much of an anarchist to get off on a bunch of rules… As a general rule, I’d be tempted to proclaim that there are far too many haikus out there, and far too many about birches in spring time and other such rule-sanctified topics. Continue reading
Now on to the mission instructions in that cute little leather-bound booklet. He opened it to page one. It said, “How do I turn stone into gold?” That was both mysterious and puzzling all right. Surely there’d be something more directly instructive further on… Continue reading
He relished the feeling of powerful ease with which he was able to use his claws on the rough bark of the tall, thick pine he’d picked, and the total absence of his usual fear of heights. Continue reading
It is written that future Man will move up one step on the hierarchical ladder to become a creator, just like the angels, archangels, thrones, excusiai and others are creators. Thought, which already has creative powers in some select few … Continue reading
More garden creatures emerged from flowers all over, and the garden was filled with tiny thuds. Continue reading
My autumn style for Sunday Scribblings #133, My Style. A photo instead of text for a change.
Clad in violet, Rodrigo murmurs of the blue hammer, and how it, unbridled, and with precise swiftness, pulses, so that all butterflies fly up, a brightly colored powder cloud. And Natasha opens her beet-red mouth and lark throat, and cries … Continue reading
Only sleeting rain after sun after sun after buttercups in the fields after bright yellow bright green – James Steerforth ( © 2008 ) Hardly symbolic, or is it? Yet it was born in response to Totally Optional Prompts’ request … Continue reading
Tulip and Concrete A flower post for Photo Hunt 109.
My home’s the beach Strange animals hoot and howl inland at night I’ve seen airy outlines of humans in the far distance at times My nourishment are coconuts and the occasional fish I catch (I’ve taught myself the art) My … Continue reading
In my mind now: Billy Vaughn playing a glaring Las Golondrinas Back then – The rope swing above the Tovara pool, a round hole at the end of a long, narrow passage through mangrove – and splash into the dark … Continue reading
Again, I’m letting someone else speak for me – this time it’s Joni Mitchell for the Circle prompt at One Single Impression. But yet again, this song is what came to my mind immediately (and no idea or image I … Continue reading
Parodia magnifica* Hey, cheer up! Who says you’re ugly, old & worn, unlovable and a sourpuss – that’s just your current image of yourself. Even cacti do have their close friends, lovers & admirers! Get yourself watered a bit, & … Continue reading