The future is bright
As long as we do what’s right
Don’t give up the fight
I’m dedicating this haiku to Earth Day 2020 (22 April), the 50th anniversary of Earth Day!
The theme for Earth Day 2020 is climate action. The enormous challenge — but also the vast opportunities — of action on climate change have distinguished the issue as the most pressing topic for the 50th anniversary.
Climate change represents the biggest challenge to the future of humanity and the life-support systems that make our world habitable.
This haiku was written for Weekly haiku challenge #299 hosted by Ronovan Writes.
I don’t know whether it’s good form for a haiku to rhyme. Here’s hoping I won’t be penalised for getting it wrong!
Posted in art, Biodiversity, Climate, Communication, Core thought, GCD: Global climate disruption, News and politics, Poetry, Strategy
Tagged Earth Day, Haiku, Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
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The blogosphere is one massive creative content continuum. Most of us only live on the front edge of the ever-expanding wave, but there’s a wealth of diversity hidden below, accessible by a single magic word:
That word is ‘?random’.
When I’ve been visiting other blogs lately, I’ve been following up on my visit to the most recent post with another one, using ‘?random’. This works on any WordPress site to take you to a random blog post on that site. All you have to do is put ?random after the domain name, like this:
Many blogs have old posts that are still relevant and interesting long past their publication date. But these posts get buried; only the most recent ones generally see the light of day. Some blogs focus on certain themes; and some of those are timeless. Examples (all gleaned from ?random visits) are:
Another way in which browsing sites with ?random may be helpful is that it might generate ideas for new blog posts. For instance, this post on ghrelin was the result of a ?random visit to Rachel’s blog. (Of course it’s always a good idea to link back to the post that sparked your imagination; leaving a pingback can serve as a thank-you.)
I’ve been following my own advice — about blog maintenance — and have been able to help other bloggers fix some problems like dead links, missing videos and broken images (and I get a warm fuzzy feeling from doing that).
So if you’ve been wondering why it is that I’ve been ‘liking’ and commenting on ancient posts of yours, this is why 🙂
I’d been thrown clear. The last thing I remembered before the crash was chatter on the radio; advice to stash personal items and to be armed to the teeth before landing… Amazed that I’d survived, I crawled back to the wreck, and saw a hand trapped in the door. It wasn’t connected to anything.
Muse supplied by The Sunday Whirl.
Mission accomplished; we were heading out of The Complex when I saw her.
She was working on an assembly line, mindlessly repeating the same actions over and over again. Her body moved with fastidious, entrancing grace.
Memories of our time together came flooding back to me, buffeting like a waterfall.
But The Machine had erased all hers, leaving an empty shell.
She glanced up; looked me straight in the eye. Blank. No recognition.
“Come away, man, come away,” my teammate urged.
We left. I’d have to do all the remembering for the two of us.
Word count: 95
Prompt: a dream I just had
The door at the top of the house hadn’t been opened in years. There’s a flappy thing — I think it’s called an ‘escutcheon’ — that covers the keyhole; sometimes I would move it aside and peer inside, imagining what might lie within, but I could see nothing.
I could smell something on the other side, though, through that hole. Something sweet, alluring; no matter the time of year, it always smelled like spring.
And then one day in the attic, in a box of old photographs, I found a note in an envelope. The note simply said ‘Search the birch by the church’. The very next day I went to examine the old tree in the churchyard. It had been hit by lightning before I was born and the trunk had been split. My fingers felt within and, to my surprise, I found a brass key hidden there.
Barely able to control my excitement, I raced back to the house, took the stairs two steps at a time to the top floor, ran across to the door and turned the key in the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a new world beyond. Taking a deep breath, I stepped through.
Photo credit: January MorgueFile d11aad1a4ea61dc8f06495aa4a0b6a72
Word count: 199
Prompted by Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner
(with thanks to pensitivity101 for the pointer)