Purple orbs
Finding inspiration in nature and litter in this issue #148 of your weekly poetry shot
Purple orbs
form fertile feeding ground
for the pollinators exploring
innovation's limits
tirelessly.
On our bike ride to school, we pass these beautiful purple orbs. Their colour, their seemingly perfect shape, that intricate web of little flowers. And the fact that they are food for those important pollinators. Nature and knowledge going hand in hand. Where I live, but also back in The Netherlands, I see more and more that flowering weeds are not (immediately) cut. Maybe not the most beneficial thing for my pollen allergies, but certainly helpful to address the declining food sources of those extremely important little pollinators. I hope. It does, in any case, inspire.
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Poetics in life
You can be annoyed to see litter all around you in the streets. Be it cigarette butts, soda cans, candy wrappers, packets of hot sauce. And it is annoying. But there’s a lot you can do about it. How? Well, Jeff Kirschner of Litterati explains in this short video. It starts by picking it up and recycling it properly. Even better if you take a photo using the Litterati app. Why? Well, you will help to generate data. If your local government starts using that data, they are enabled to understand the causes and act. Whether it be school routes, or fast food restaurants, or even, as I see often in our neighbourhood park, birds trying to find food in open public bins. Start taking photos of trash today, become a litterati. You can even turn it into art.
Poetry elsewhere
Basically all limits we can see, are set by humans. Often by ourselves. And often we only see them if we get out of our daily routines, preferably into a totally different environment.
skillfully shows us in this poem:
A lot of decisions we make are the result of some inner conversation we have. The more important the topic is we are taking a decision on, the more tempestuous that inner conversation can go. Emanuel Souza captured that beautifully here in art and in words. Experience Inner Tempest.
We admire our leaders, some even to an extreme extent that they cling on to every single word one of The Greats is uttering. In our time, it’s Donald, Elon, Bill. I’m not sure whether I’m impressed by the evolutionary power of humanity after reading this amazing poem about leaders thousands of years ago. But the poem
wrote is, as always, brilliant:
I find a lot of inspiration from doing the dishes
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