The prompt for “My Vivid Blog” today is kintsugi.Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold. The kintsugi-mended bowl photo is by Matt Perkins on Unsplash.
The small dogs are still warm from their day’s exertion
curled into balls—one at my feet above the covers,
the other, too small or timid to leap up to the bed,
a tight knot in her cushy denim bed just a yard away.
For the dVerse Poets Quadrille prompt, the subject this week is warmth.
If you took an expedition to my favorite tree, you’d find it’s convoluted as a tree can be. It’s encrusted with lichen, but I’ve found that for a fee an ornamental arborist can scrape it lichen-free. They’ll do artful jobs of trimming off the deadwood if they’re hired by removing extra branches that look too dried-out and tired.
And if those earmarked branches contain nests of birds, perchance, I’ve heard the trimmers merely move them to another branch. In defense of ecology, no single squirrel has died in this trimming of the branches, for they are safe inside, nestled most securely with their babies and their kin, thankful for the tree hollows that they take shelter in.
The oceans teem with sterling fish that stream above the sands, working their ways through currents beyond the landward strands. Particles of plankton sift down through the brine giving all the silver streaks something on which to dine.
Stingy bit by stingy bit unites to make a feast, for tiny flashing fish up to the ocean’s largest beast that slams the surface of the sea to leap into a scene far above the plankton that streams through its baleen.
Since those depths that nourish it do not provide breath, that which brings it life may also bring it death. So while tiniest fishes float safe within their lair, the giants of the ocean must come up to find air.