…a sanctuary for lost words, for unusual, odd, curious, peculiar, funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, inexplicable, incongruous, uncommon, untypical, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freakish, surreal, suspicious, dubious, questionable, eerie and unnatural words, some presented as poetry, others as prose, and quite often melded into photographs, covering such diverse and distantly related themes as Paris, archaeology, music, street art and politics along with a generous helping of perplexing perspectives. I write poetry to be read aloud. Words are only half alive on paper; they are like skeletons. Sound breathes life into them. Makes them sing. While you’re here look for things. You’ll find them… (Oh, and I neglected to mention that unless otherwise credited, all photos are my own creations)...
Photo of stenciled street art taken in Paris in May 2014.
I really love this, NightPoet. The last two in particular, there is a wonderful kind of serenity in the image of the Harvest Moon adorned with bats. And the last one is just a beautiful (and rather accurate) simile.
I’m sharing your haiku image–with a link to your blog, of course–on a poetry and prose blog I host with two other writers. We post prompts on Wednesdays and an open link even on Sundays. I will share your haiku with tomorrow’s Pantry, which goes live in a few hours (at 12:00 am EDT).
I hope you visit us and join the fun: Poets and Storytellers United (https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/).
Thank you Magaly. I am sorry, but due to traveling and the time difference I was unable to join in the conversation. Perhaps another time…