BRAIN WORKING

(This poem is my first entry for the group MAGPIE TALES. http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/10/mag-290.html The inspiration is this drawing , No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock   BRAIN WORKING So many thoughts and images tangle and mingle and jiggle the senses Life in my brain is filled with riches and images, clearly vivid through lenses Here is joy and happiness awe and mystery, new invention Never too … Continue reading BRAIN WORKING

There’s Work to be Done…but Poetry is SUCH Fun!

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Six — Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus (what the heck is Chiasmus?)             Booksellers Lament Books in order means order in books to find them is the key with thousands of books the ONE that is wanted is the one nowhere to be found. Well, it MUST be somewhere unless it was sold! If order is everything and if everything is in … Continue reading There’s Work to be Done…but Poetry is SUCH Fun!

Who said Girls are Not Good at Math?

One of the things I always wanted to understand is the wonders of Math. My algebra teacher said “try, try again, if at first you fail. An understatement…like trying to teach Math to a whale. Here is a poem I’ve penned (so to speak) which conveys the point I am trying to make for no reason than thanks from those fortunate old lads and lasses … Continue reading Who said Girls are Not Good at Math?

Paper, please: Ode to a Genuine Map

[Re-blogged from Sometimes , first published October 9, 2015.] One of the things I quite enjoy and sorely miss is a Map, a good old fashion paper map in a neatly-folded packet… never mind that it opens easily, but defies return to its jacket. Assuming a set of highway coordinates– say 77 and 211, a North or a West or the name of a city, … Continue reading Paper, please: Ode to a Genuine Map

The perfect gift for a child (renamed)

[Writing201, Poetry.   Today’s assignment involves the word GIFT, and Crostic, and Alliteration.]    (Originally published on Sometimes in 2015 under title A Perfect Past Present for Poetry Class)         A Perfect Past Present Better a book, than a boat or a bear Or my childhood dream would be dashed Only such a gift would Keep me a happy child. I would never have wanted clothing Neither … Continue reading The perfect gift for a child (renamed)