Human Missconceptions (2020 Re-post)

Art by helldivo at DeviantArt 

We see trees to fell

We fail to hear the stories a forest can tell

Timber to count

Of life giving life, until we come Gaia’s fount

Land to clear

Rebirth and renewal every year

Fields to sow

How nature nothing away throws

We see nature as something to tame

Our beloved planet will never be the same

We must learn, or live in man made hell
Teach each other to hard challenges surmount
Learn to hold our only planet dear
Accept that to some laws of nature we must bow
Because if Earth dies beneath our feet, we only got ourselves to blame

© RedCat


Re-post comment:

Nearly a year on I wish I could say we have taken strides to change our behavior. To remind us all this becomes this week’s archive poem.

In The Anthropocene Hymnal we share poetry about our slow sleepwalk into Armageddon.



Inspiered by the beautiful artwork shared by The Sunday Muse.

Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United.

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Daily Haibun, June 26th – Birdsong

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It might be nearing midnight. But outside the birds are still singing. Filling the bright night with sounds.

The nighttime birdsong
Fills the midsummer bright night
The sound of solstice

© RedCat


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Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.


Chestnut Trees – Flash Fiction

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

” – It’s nothing to worry about, just a little wind. “

Little did he know it was a storm sent by vindictive spirits. Upset by the way he’d ignored the law of the land.

He’d come back from studying abroad, saying we needed to do things like modern folks did. Taming nature to our ends, not relying on her blessings. So he dammed the rivers and chopped down the woods to make workhouses spewing smoke day and night. When the wise ones cautioned him, he called them silly old soothsayers.

In the morning. Not one of his prized chestnut trees still stood.

© RedCat


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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

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Daily Haibun, June 22nd – The joy of growing things

Oliver Hale on Unsplash

I definitely don’t have green fingers. I’m the worst at keeping indoor plants alive. Constantly forgetting to water and nourish.

Outdoor is another thing. Because in the garden grows things to eat. Chives, ruccola and salad. Rhubarb and several kinds of berries.

Today I picked the first homegrown strawberries of the year. Just one each. But they were surprisingly big for first berries. And tasted sweet as only sun ripe strawberries can.

Wether sun or rain
When the strawberries ripens
Summer has begun

© RedCat


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Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.


Daily Haibun, June 21th – Summer Solstice

Brandon Morgan on Unsplash

The shortest night of the year. On my latitude that means no real night at all. No real dark. Dusk lasts all the way to dawn.

About an hour before sunrise, the overcast sky started to rumble. Those deep booms of thunder, that’s felt in the bones. That awakens sleepers from their dreams.

As I lay holding my youngest child. Reassuring him back to sleep. I took soul deep pleasure at the mighty sound. I’ve always loved thunderstorms.

The last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep. Was my mind starting to compose poetry from the sound, and the first drops of rain.

As thunder booms and
lighting crackles, the witch feels
safe in Gaia’s arms

© RedCat


Today’s Haibun is written for Haibun Monday at dVerse.

I’ve spent the day contemplating and writing those thoughts that begun during the night. I’m sure some of it will appear later in the week.


Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.


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Daily Haibun, June 18th – Cooling Winds


Today I’m grateful for the wind blowing. Moving the humid heat. Cooling my skin in the glaring sun. Moving the air around. Making it easier to breathe.

Making music of rustling leaves. Waves of bending grass. Swirling puffs of dandelion seeds. Scudding clouds over the sky.

Cooling winds blowing
Summer water fun flowing
Grass gently bowing

© RedCat


Daily Haibun, June 11th – Mosquitoes and Nettles

Photo by Katrin Hauf on Unsplash

As the kids celebrated the start of summer holiday with water gun play in the early evening. I decided to do some garden work. Mostly cutting down the by now meter high nettles that happily grow in the compost. In doing so I came under veritable attack by disturbed mosquitoes. So while I might have avoided the nettle sting, I got a dussin or more mosquito bites. If I have to choose, I prefer the itching to the burning. Both are part of summer.

Mosquitoes swarming
Seeking a warm body’s blood
Just one drop will do

©RedCat


Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.


The first warm sun (2020 Re-post)

© REDCAT

Re-post comment:

Looking for what to re-post for today’s wander in the archives this meditation poem gave me strength and peace of mind. Hope you can feel some of that too!

Enjoy!



The first warm sun rays of spring
Warm upon my cheek
A breeze turns it into gentle caress
Brilliant light dances behind closed lids
First spring touch kiss my lips
Natures warm embrace surrounds me
Comforting, healing
Life affirming

The Goddess gently touches
Starburst erupts
Showering me with universal love
Connecting me to me
To every living thing
Assuring me there will be a way
A path out of darkness
My trek dotted with oases of calm
Peace, connection, love
Moments of bliss

Secure points in a bewildering maze
Built of old and new trauma
Fear, sorrow, dark despair
Life-ending depression

Inner trust and faith will guide me through
Inborn strength a given armour
Intelligens, wit and wisdom deduce true from false
The quest might be lonely
Yet aided by care and love
Freely given, by friends yet to be found

Breathe
Be still
Accept
Give thankfulness

Use your pen
Jot both now and then
Hone your craft
Draft by draft
Writing will illuminate
Meditation germinate
Revision concentrate
New life emancipate

© REDCAT

Today again the will to make poetry out of my meditation overtook me soon thereafter. :-)

Also posted to earthweal open link weekend #8.

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