PROMPT: Negative Feelings

Daily writing prompt
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

A practice of feeling gratitude is extremely beneficial in that regard. Simple meditative practices help one become aware of thoughts and feelings more quickly, before they are fed through rumination, making the down-spiral cycle easier to disrupt.

And, sometimes, I rant. This usually veers quickly into comedic territory and I’m reminded of the ridiculousness of taking human life too seriously, given the absurdity of being primates in pants who love shiny things. (It would be unimaginable if human life weren’t absurd.)

Embarrassment of Riches [Haiku]

early summer:
birds trudge through green paddies
that they usually prowl.

DAILY PHOTO: Viru Gate in Light & Shadow, Tallinn

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One River [Free Verse]

From the water's edge,
I see the spastic, choppy
topography of a river
that looked glassy
from the bridge that
spans it.

Is this one river?

Am I one traveler?

“Meeting at Night” by Robert Browning [w/ Audio]

I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

PROMPT: Lose Yourself

Daily writing prompt
What activities do you lose yourself in?

Any that I can. If I can’t, it’s probably a tedious work-a-day task that I’m trying to get through so that I can get back to activities in which I can lose myself.

Vanishing [Haiku]

a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

Crows in a Row [Haiku]

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

DAILY PHOTO: Views of the Danube

“Song of More Sugar” by Liu Guo [w/ Audio]

Reeds cover the tiny island.
Shallow streams cut through the cold sand.

I see the Southern Tower for
The first time in two decades.

How many days since I moored
Under this willow tree?
Mid-Autumn Festival is almost here.

On the rocks of Yellow Crane,
Do my friends still reside?

This old place has many new sorrows.

If I bought wine and we cast off together,
Could we be young again?