All Things

Loose Leaves – Reflections

Charles Darwin's Finches (Britannica)

 

 

To each their own

modification in all things

– Darwin’s finches.

 

 

 

This poem was originally written and posted in response to a #vssdaily writing prompt on Bluesky.

The Rebel

Loose Leaves – Looking Back

 

Albert Camus writes in L’Homme révolté (1951) that: “Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”

 

 

Plus ça change,

plus c’est la même chose -

Je m’oppose aux deux.

 

(The more things change,

the more they remain the same -

I object to both.)

This poem was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #haikufeels writing prompt: 'change.'

Photograph by Tim Chamberlain

Our Slow Meander

Loose Leaves – Art Inspired

 

Hiroshi Yoshida - A Garden by Lake Biwa (1933)

That feeling when some moments seem like they could last forever …

 

 

Making the most of

our slow meander –

the silence in-between.

 

 

 

This poem was originally posted on Bluesky.

Winter Wind

Loose Leaves – Looking Back

 

 

This photograph was taken, and poem written on the day before the first snow fell on Mount Fuji this year: 28 October 2026.

 

 

Black triangles

beneath sky blue –

cut-glass wind.

 

 

 

Photograph by Tim Chamberlain, 2026.

Sea & Sky

Loose Leaves – Reflections

 

 

Circling the sea

and sky –

a lone albatross.

 

 

 

Autumn Reds

Loose Leaves – Art Inspired

 

Emma Haworth - Autumn Reflections

 

Somehow expanding

within itself –

Autumn redshift.

 

 

Erin Hanson - Autumn Tapestries (2015)

 

This poem was originally posted on Bluesky.

Snake Charmed

Loose Leaves – Art Inspired

 

LAMIA

 

Squeezed oh so tightly

in her smooth python skin –

lithe limbs entwined

about Lycius’s nakedness;

her forked tongue teasing

flickering near his ear,

slowly quick quick slow –

his heart constricts, till

all his breath is gone.

 

Stretched out –

quietly quivering,

yet stiff as

a dead mongoose

locked in Lamia’s embrace.

 

A final shudder

as Lycius’s eyes glaze

and his mortal body melts

into solid marble.

 

Silently, she smiles

and sheds her skin,

as she slips away.

 

Such are the lead weights of

love’s pangs for poison –

seeped, sought and suckled,

in search of sweet suffocation.

 

 

 

CLEOPATRA’S NEEDLES :

 

Flute notes flickering –

her stilettos sync

into his charmed heart. 

 

 

Photo Credit: Manière De Voir & Charles & Keith