Wildflowers no one planted, ideas no one planned. Unexpected, they appear seemingly from nowhere to brighten the landscape. They’re only weeds if that’s what you call them.
Written by mairmusic
May 20, 2012 at 9:53 pm
Posted in May
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I decided to continue on after a year, because this document had become a treasured reflective spot in my life. There are some changes in "Year 2," expanding options for my weekly poem beyond sonnet to add some other forms-- rondeau or triolet, villanelle. I added the decima in late January 2010, and the pantoum in August. Definitions of each form appear below. I continue to post a photo daily, but may post several pictures taken on one day over the course of a week if I have an interesting series. I may even post an old photo if I'm writing about something I'm thinking back to. I'll continue to have fun with this project; I hope you will too. For Year 3 I tried including other people in the self-portraits that accompany my poems, adding "Musical Sundays" to post mp3s of my music, but these petered out in a few months. This is simply a place for my daily thoughts & photos, and weekly poems in the forms I love. Onward...!
to some they are source of beauty, unexpected joy. :)
Sharmishtha Basu
May 21, 2012 at 3:41 am
always (:
mairmusic
May 21, 2012 at 12:27 pm
i have an eternal weakness for wild flowers :)
Sharmishtha Basu
May 22, 2012 at 1:19 am
me too (: always squeezing into the smallest nook.
mairmusic
May 22, 2012 at 9:49 am
Like wildflowers…some of the most beautiful moments in life were not planned. :-)
slpmartin
May 21, 2012 at 12:49 pm
true that!
mairmusic
May 21, 2012 at 12:52 pm