Direct Line…reblogging myself again

Here is another of my early poems from back in the day (Oct. 2015 in this case… Redundancy intended.) Direct Line The Moon, far away as it is bright dims the brighter light of the stars My eye sight follows the path of that light passing the light-years between Knowing full well the facts of the Moonlight reflecting the light of the Sun, it nevertheless … Continue reading Direct Line…reblogging myself again

Why are we here? Why do we Blog?

  Why Blog? All it takes to write in a Blog Is a Writer who is a Blogger and a Reader who reads Blogs. If someone is reading that Blog –even if the blog is about nothing– then all the components are there: the Blogger blogs, and the Reader reads. And IF he is reading, and she is blogging, then there is a connection… a … Continue reading Why are we here? Why do we Blog?

marching band music…sing loudly, don’t worry too much about lyrics

marching music please…. just try ignoring the band blaring out the Sousa beat, adoring crowds lining the streets… drummers drumming, flutes tweeting, symbols clashing… but I digress.       Back in the day I was a Girl Scout leader, and part of my duty as such was to lead the girls down the main street during the Memorial Day Parade (or other parade.)   … Continue reading marching band music…sing loudly, don’t worry too much about lyrics

Beginnings, a poem re-blogged from Paul F. Lenzi’s poseypluspolemics

Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
“Pillars of Creation” – Photo by Hubble Telescope Secrets of creation hide deep in conflation Of science with faith, of corpus with wraith, Discrete bits of essence, immune from senescence, That mark each warm creature, or cold lifeless feature, Of all the known world, plus those unknown, thus hurled Through vastness of space, push-pulled in their chase By grave… Continue reading Beginnings, a poem re-blogged from Paul F. Lenzi’s poseypluspolemics

Beware—more shots of my late great Spider web

  “Late Great” because this web was in a very precarious position…as is normal for spiders, apparently…as this splendid construction was demolished quickly when I ran right into it and ended up wearing the web like a hair-net…or veil…I forgot it was there.   (Please see yesterday’s post for more web photos if you are so inclined.) The deck is eight-feet wide. By the way— my … Continue reading Beware—more shots of my late great Spider web

Anne Finds Her Career (originally posted February 2016 )

— I first published this poem here on SOMETIMES in February of 2016.    The plan is to re-post some of my favorites among my 400+ posts since the blog began back in 2011.— Anne finds her career … When Anne was a girl, she always wanted to be a dancer.  To wear flowing gowns and satiny slippers and be guided as a sylph, lifting in twirls and … Continue reading Anne Finds Her Career (originally posted February 2016 )

pondering pastimes

So what should I do this afternoon? study my Russian lesson? expand my online  book inventory? repot a thirsty “Wandering Jew?” walk in the garden, read a novel –write a poem? I could get lost on google… visit friends abroad…who probably are sleeping now, giving their blogs a rest. sit here and daydream? fix something for dinner… clean the garage? get out my zillions of … Continue reading pondering pastimes

Tile Art

Here are some pictures that just tugged at me to create while walking through my entry.  They are twelve-inch natural stone tiles.   I never noticed the (featured photo) before, but once the face popped out at me…at least three faces in fact…I knew they were perfect for Cee’s Odd Ball Photo challenge.     The eye just seems to adjust for the scene. These shots remind me … Continue reading Tile Art

dreams of day

Days go by in dreams… more complicated, it seems, day-dreams pass away… are replaced by dreams of day. Not intended to be obtuse, or in any way clever, or to abuse, by flippant tries to make a verse, or to neglect decorum in place of subterfuge. Dream places are often familiar, if not in actual points of reference, at least recurrent and commonplace locales to retreat … Continue reading dreams of day