Enjoy reading this great post on releasing into happiness, and the happiness you cultivate afterwards.
Happy List
Category: Inspiration from others
String Theory
“A string is to an atom as a tree is to the observable universe.”
Floating among the oak, numerous long strands, like filament, were invisible until direct sunlight lit them up.
Free Rice
So what’s better than helping others? Playing a game that helps others!
FreeRice.com offers a fast game that gives rice to the World Food Programme for every correct answer.
Bet you can’t play just one!
Why poetry?
It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
From Asphodel, that Greeny Flower by William Carlos Williams and printed by POETRY.
I Had…
Collies, gold and white fist strikes Running beside me palms slap As I explored foot slams Orchards of oranges and owls, me against the floor Beaver dams hands rip Abandoned in summer. heads off my dolls Polished maple posts legs spread Stretched sheer white lace forced apart Over my head, by arms wider A walk-in closet than my thighs Held handcrafted horses, I can't speak yet Stuffed elephants and bears. can't say no Chestnut horse, nurses jab needles in wrists Flaming in the sun, cold fingers bruise me Neighs soaring in the wind, asthma restrains me Swift as a kite muscles tear To ride away as I lunge On. for air
Thank you to the editors of The Sonoma Mandala: Literary Review for first publishing this poem.
Measureless
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Cardinal
MASKS OF CARDINAL FEATHERS
Drape
Me in
Crimson rOse petals,
garnets,
coral,
Rubies,
and feed me
dragon's Blood,
cherries,
straWberries,
plums,
salmon,
meRlot,
then make me
glow,
flush,
blush,
BlooM
till I'm
Rubeous,
carnLian,
verMilioN,
as ScarLet hummingbirds
SOAR from our
Mad
voRacious
heartS.
Thank you to the editor of Absinthe Revival for first publishing this poem.
Blood Root
BLOOD ROOT
Blood blossoms burst forth in war zones as roots stretch deep. I feel them when we fight and I want to burn your tongue black with hot rock rather than hear words opposing mine; engorged roots strike through limbs - my hand, your face.
Thank you to the editors of Hard Love for first publishing this poem.
Awash
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
They Hold
THEY HOLD THE SEA
Contagious as your hummingbird smile may be, it is your hands... hands that sculpt ki into a dragon's mouth with arcs of mother-of-pearl framing rainbow flames that smell of warm milk and nutmeg, while your touch draws the breath of muscle to bone, then deeper. Too few lines cross your hands, large, almost too large, they hold the sea.
Thank you to the editor of Something Like Homesickness for first publishing this poem.
Ki–Japanese word meaning energy or life force.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 