Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM - Reunited

we never forget
you and i reunited
against all the odds

As - Becca Stevens

Shadorma


fresh faces
of singing children
just sheer joy

talented
gifted musicians shed light
and hope on the oldies

Haiku Horizons

chocolate easter eggs
so soon after christmas cake
sugar explosion

Carpe Libertas

For All The Thousands of Women Who Are Victims Of Domestic Violence and Abuse
(whatever form it takes)





carpe tunicula
so she can't swim anymore
sadistic fiend

the wrecker managed
to even ruin her swimming
only thing she liked

tortuous bastard
sociopaths are clever
disguise themselves well

nightmare existence
she couldn't tell anyone
no one would believe her

right and proper
pillar of the establishment
a secret monster

carpe diem
carpe everything
you can hold on to

never give up
carpe thoughts of flight
carpe libertas


Recent Australian Statistics
https://www.smh.com.au/national/one-in-six-women-victims-of-physical-or-sexual-violence-by-a-partner-20180227-p4z20z.html






Event details:

Day: Saturday, 7th March 2018

Time: 8.30 am - 5.00 pm

Venue: Karstens Sydney, 111 Harrington Street, Sydney NSW 2000

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Midweek Motif Poets United
Tuesday Photo Challenge MLMM #202

La Stupenda

The Voice, as far as she knew, was a gift of God or nature. It had always been there as she grew up in New South Wales, floating out heedlessly as she washed up or wandered round the house. She sang anything: operatic arias, to be sure, but also Uncle Tom's favourite ode to ginger ale, “My Old Woman's an Awful Boozer”:

"She was so approachable, a normal person, She would get up and sing these wonderful arias, and then sit down and pick up her tapestry."

I honestly believe she had no idea how great she was," Bonynge says. "And people would keep on telling her, but it just washed over her. It didn't really affect her in any way. She didn't need applause, she was a very down-to-earth, practical lady. It's quite true she had no idea of the importance of what she'd done in the world. You could tell her, but I don't think she really listened. She loved to sing and that was it."

 "She just was a modest person. And she never changed. She never assumed the airs of a diva offstage . . . When she worked in all the opera houses, all the backstage people loved her, the dressers, the makeup people, they adored her. It was very lovely to see."

bel canto
bellissima
the voice of the century
our down to earth joan
with her coloratura notes
tinkling bells
splintering the air

sadly
she has been largely forgotten
in her homeland
of
sport
sunshine
sport
sweet pineapples
sport
white sand beaches
sport
wide open spaces
more sport
sport celebrities
did i mention sport?

Sorry Sweet Diva
La Stupenda
a few of us
will never forget you
thank you
for a window
into perfection






Midweek Motif - Poets United

Heat Stroke

sway pupils butterflies fragile whisper tangency
sultry close veranda mocha sweat eyelashes

it was a close
sweltering sultry night
on the verandah

feeling fragile
she began to sway in the heat
her pupils dilated
her eyelashes dripping with sweat

hallucinating
she heard butterflies whispering to her
in a moment of tangency




mocha ice cream
mountains of it
that's what's needed
to effect a cure

Bonus Wordle MLMM

Lake George Canberra

lake george vanishes
then returns for no reason
it's a mystery




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