Write with Me

I shared this on Instagram and Facebook, and since I want to write the wee story for tomorrow, I thought I should post it here as well:

“I lust after interactive writing (and my head needs to do something with my time in hurry-up-and-wait-for-doctors limbo). So, my Wicked Luvs, let’s story a poem together.

Tell me, what does this piece say to you?

I will expand this senryū into a 55-word story-poem, which will be fed by your responses. Come on, play tales with me… you know you want to.”

So, what say you, m’ Luvs?

 

 

Budding and Blooming and Fruiting and… BDSM?

Plants are wild, wild fun…

…a soul will never drown in boredom or despair or loneliness, if said soul slows down enough to listen to the song of a leaf that knows how to touch the sky without letting go of her roots.

 

chayote… getting a bit grabby (while drinking up the evening sun)

 

passiflora… budding happily (I counted at least 9 soon-to-be-blooms)

 

strawberry… blooming so prettily (and showing off her rain-jewels)

 

tomato… fruiting and blooming at the same time (the show off!)

 

dearest chayote… tendrils practicing BDSM in the urban wild? I wonder what the leaf’s safeword might be… Do you care to guess? Go on, guess— plants delight in spreading the fun. Really, I’ve asked… between songs.