Category Archives: Wordsmith

Mirror of the night

“My Diego:

Mirror of the night
Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. waves between our hands.

All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light. You were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color.
You are all the combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand lines form shades movement. You fulfill and I receive. Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.”

Frida Kahlo‘s love letter to Diego Rivera. Probably one of the most beautiful and eccentrically revealing of the magic between them.

Artist Frida Kahlo

Must write

“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
Ray Bradbury

Art – Henrik Nordenberg

Also published at Quora.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
by WALT WHITMAN

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.

O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night—O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d—O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
…………………………………………….

Also posted on Quora.

Gate Gossip by Max Fatchen

For the International Children’s Day I post a delightful poem by Max Fatchen, the Australian children’s writer and journalist.

Gate Gossip

I like our gate,
Its sturdy charm
That guards the entrance
To our farm.

It’s nice when shut,
Or open wide,
To sit upon
Or sit astride.

But gates are there
With things to do
Like letting sheep
And cattle through.

Our gate has bars
With several bends
From careless cars
Of farming friends.

The gateposts lean,
A little tired,
With fences stretching
Rusty-wired.

A country gate
Is surely best
To prop a farmer
For his rest.

With one foot up,
And elbows flat
Now who could pass
A man like that?

While every bit
Of iron will ring,
With all the
Rural gossiping.

The magpies fly
To sunset tree.
A voice impatient
Calls to tea.

Then whistling,
Home the farmer goes
As gate
And conversation
Close.

(Also posted on Quora)
Art – Maxfield Parrish.

Blue Flower in poetry

I have answered this question on Quora:
What’s a good symbol or image for poetry other than the raven?

A Blue Flower was a central symbol of inspiration for the Romanticism movement, and remains an enduring motif in Western art today. It stands for desire, love, and the metaphysical striving for the infinite and unreachable. It symbolizes hope and the beauty of things.

German author Novalis used the symbol in his unfinished Bildungsroman, entitled Heinrich von Ofterdingen. After contemplating a meeting with a stranger, the young Heinrich von Ofterdingen dreams about a blue flower which calls to him and absorbs his attention.

The blue flower symbolizes the joining of humanity with nature and the spirit so the understanding of nature and of the self is growing.

Art – Vincent van Gogh

Becoming a Redwood

Becoming a Redwood by Dana Gioia

Unimaginable the redwoods on the far hill,
rooted for centuries, the living wood grown tall
and thickened with a hundred thousand days of light.

The old windmill creaks in perfect time
to the wind shaking the miles of pasture grass,
and the last farmhouse light goes off.

Something moves nearby. Coyotes hunt
these hills and packs of feral dogs.
But standing here at night accepts all that.

You are your own pale shadow in the quarter moon,
moving more slowly than the crippled stars,
part of the moonlight as the moonlight falls,

Part of the grass that answers the wind,
part of the midnight’s watchfulness that knows
there is no silence but when danger comes.

A graduate of Stanford Business School, Gioia claims to be “the only person, in history, who went to business school to be a poet.”

Blue Insights offers ‘Blog Novels’

We are glad to offer you, yet another opportunity to share your writing. The new section ‘Blog Novels’ are for writers who have published books they want to share on Medium.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/blue-insights-offers-blog-novels-dece5cc36985

I am honored and humbled to share my Iron Tales at ‘Blog Novels‘.


Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash.

Luminous Blues

Luminous Blues at Blue Insights

Written by Francine Fallara

https://medium.com/blueinsight/luminous-blues-22e453bddb91


Photo by Vincent Giersch on Unsplash

Francine Fallara
Passionate, genuine and creative simple girl striving daily to keep my inner rebel warrior alive. Music lover. Exploration Geologist Consultant.

Biking else matters

Cycle positive!
One of the latest and finest piece of news is that parks will be open for visitors, pedestrians, nature-lovers,… bikers with a hankering for new May sunsets and sycamore trees.
I haven’t seen a blooming tree since the 11th March. Like all addicts, I can remember precisely when I had the last cycling dose in the library of trees.

Lately, I have read that the U.S. is facing a severe bicycle shortage as global supply chains, disrupted by the virus outbreak, try to meet the surge in demand. Many shops are low on inventory or sold out. – https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/18/nyregion/bike-shortage-coronavirus.html?smid=linkedin

Apparently, I have beaten the rush as I have two of them. I have read on LinkedIn that bicycles are presently called the freedom machines.
I can’t help remembering those times when I declared myself part of the free bikefolk, 3 years ago:

Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do, which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before, I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2018/01/02/biking-else-matters-5/

Art – David Hockney

Tailored Ink

Meet Han-Gwon Lung, CEO & Co-Founder of Tailored Ink

There is no one “right” road for everyone to take. Do what feels best for you.
Read the full article: https://businesscollective.com/han-gwon-lung-tailored-ink/index.html

Domenico Gnoli – Babylon