Day 14 NaPoWriMo: Clerihew*


From gap tooth, to gold grill,

Evolution, revolution, Prophetess still,

Virgin, sex book, Evita, Slay Queen,

We dance, as through transitions, she sings.


*Disclaimer, a clerihew is supposed to be satirical but at the moment, I’m unable to produce such a poem, instead, this is a tribute to an amazing ever-evolving artist. Thank you Madonna, for everything! ❤ ❤ ❤ 




What A Rose Can Say  By: Margie Driver

A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine,
A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind,
A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be,
A rose can say I miss you and wish you were here with me,
A rose can say I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way,
A rose can say get well soon, May God bless you today,
A rose can say I wish you happiness, and the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewell when someone goes away,
A rose can say hello, I’m thinking of you today,
There’s just so many wonderful things that a rose can say,
A rose can say goodbye when a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say, a rose can say it best


Vetiver “Everyday”:



Art: Vetiver Night Women

Poem: Aromatics Elixir

Author: Myra Lochner

Subtle sophistication,
yet lavish elegance of choice;
powerful and rare in its non-conformist allure,
perfume deluxe.

Sultry notes of mature summer rose,
mingled with innocent jasmine of spring,
and the rare song of fragrance
from the exquisite rainforests:
the mysterious ylang-ylang,
a six-point star of golden green
from the towering cananga tree;
from the deep, downward roots of fertile vetiver,
veiled in vaporous fixative,
arises the exceptional, delicate scent
of secretive yearning  …

Intriguing Aromatics Elixir —
sensitive sensuality of bouquet,
saturating senses and soul:
a lush, intelligently gentle fragrance
that chooses its carrier by essence.


Patchouli and Terra Guitarra:


Bohemia By: Tonya Maria

Traveled to Bohemia last evening,wandered with the wandering.
Swayed to the mood of Dylan, caught a glimpse of heaven.
Miss the melody of the mountains and the scent of patchouli in the air.

 Poem Source:



Poem Source:

Squeaky Clean

Peppermint patties
they’re really just chocolate
with toothpaste inside.


Art Source:



I love the majestic ugliness of the Eucalypt;
Aesthetically more appealing in its twisted, gnarled appearance
Than any uniform northern conifer;
Infinitely more adapted to the unforgiving antipodean climate
Than those idealised European deciduous living monuments
Still transfixing our collective view of how a tree should be.
Those dropping leaves allowing scenes beyond;
Those tendrils of bark denoting Darwinian fitness;
All tug at the heart of we new Australians,
Conflicted, as we are, by sensibilities born elsewhere,
But borne, nevertheless, into an Ancient Eden.


Modifying Dominant Cultural Narratives and Finding Childfree Meaning

Danny Kaye creativity quote

It goes without saying that having children has historically given many people a sense of immortality, purpose and meaning. That’s excellent and I celebrate that.

That being said, I love the linked video below but as someone who has chosen not to have children I find myself often having to reinterpret cultural narratives relating to the meaning of life, for myself if no one else, especially when those narratives are as child-centric as this one happens to be. I can appreciate the idea that the children mentioned need not be my own but sometimes these narratives do feel exclusionary.

As someone who is childfree and artistic, I feel that art is my child and this comic resonates immensely with my lived experience. I also think this comic is applicable to anyone, awake, growing and living authentically:


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Do me a favor, think of your mentors, professors, friends, counselors, teachers and colleagues. Even if you aren’t blood related, people impact you, people impact me.

When listening to this video’s wisdom, I would rather we envision and embrace the myriad of  ways in which we “pass torches.” Let’s not sell ourselves, short, whether we are biological parents or not, there are many “torches” to be passed in our shared world:

Wishing you all peace, wherever your paths do take you.

Songbird Sparkle (April)