Dragonflies are fascinating creatures. They were the prompt for this morning’s haiku.
A wisp of a wing,
the small, darting dragonfly
hovers in wonder
Peace (on the wing),
Kevin
Poetry: Dragonfly
Daily Create: Ladybird Books
I guess Ladybird books were once a thing but I don’t remember seeing them in America, so I suppose it’s more Great Britain and Europe. Our task for the Daily Create was to create new captions for images from the Ladybird books. I went into a meme creator and found a few covers, and then worked with the one with the boy and the tin can communication system. Then I saw that Sarah had used a site to create a Ladybird-themed book cover, so I tried that, too.
Peace (in the rain),
Kevin
Silent Sunday
Peace (in the light),
Kevin
Daily Create: Maine Winter Sunrise
Our prompt for the Daily Create was to share a sunrise or sunset photo or artwork. I went back to this one from Maine, on a cold January morning, from a few years back. It was a glorious site on a frigid morning.
Peace (rising),
Kevin
Daily Create: Playing The Air Theremin
I had stumbled on the Air Theremin site at some point and shared it with the DS106 community for today’s Daily Create. The site replicates the Theremin, where hand movements and gestures create sound. Neat.
Peace (going through the motions),
Kevin
Poetry: Leaf
Peace (falling),
Kevin
Daily Create: Blurry
The prompt for the Daily Create was to find an accidental picture. This one is from a Speakeasy-themed bar in Australia and I swear, I hadn’t even had a drink before I took this one.
Peace (sliding),
Kevin
Daily Create: A Flag Gif
The prompt was to create a gif flag for the Daily Create.
Peace (in the wind),
Kevin
Poetry: Beneath The Brick
Beneath the brick
I hoped would pause
the bees from their hole,
the yard’s still a-buzz
with yellow-jackets
This poem is in the form of a Gogyohka, a five line phrase poem, for Open Write.
Peace (such nuisance),
Kevin
Poetry: I Have Many Muses
I have many muses
singing along family lines:
my father’s drums –
my mother’s voice –
my brother’s guitar –
my grandmother’s stories –
every song is wrapped up tight
inside the threads of others
This poem is from a prompt from Open Write about legacy and lines of ancestry.
Peace (listening),
Kevin