The Serbian word “Merak” is defined as a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment.
to fly above the earth, a bird’s eye view…
tell me robin red what wonders you see
when on the wing, riding the wind, please do
~kat
Daily Terza Rima Series – Finding Merak
blue-sky canapy
oppressive humidity
raindrops suspended
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word: Blue.
1-
green man beaming
from atop his lush throne
gaia in ecstasy
2-
justice cannot come
soon enough
for the exploited
~kat
Two Lunes today…one a la syllable and the other, word count. I had a bit of photoshop fun with today’s picture. Of course there was not a face in the foliage, but there was definitely a presence of the Green Man himself, I am convinced of it…see if you don’t agree. This is the original photo I took from my vantage point at a pharmacy drive-through…
…can you see him? Or maybe I am still a bit loony from this week’s strawberry full moon! 😉❤️😉
“Dust collectors!” she lamented.
Perhaps it was time to post them on eBay or have that yard sale; sell them to the highest bidder. But she couldn’t bring herself to part with them. They were as much a part of her as her graying hair and fading voice. Those instruments helped her remember when.
Occasionally she’d strap a guitar over her tired shoulders and strike a chord or two with tender fingers that had long lost their callouses. It brought her joy, and a tinge of sadness.
“Once a minstrel, always,” she smiled, “with a few lyrics yet to write.”
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge inspired by the photo above by Rochelle. A bit of a true story…
This photo by yours truly.
like mercury colliding... 