Farewell the Muse

Originally posted on SOMETIMES:
I’ll never write another word –ever– I think, maybe a bit longer. The Muse has left me, alone and mute singing quietly inside…but it isn’t writing not bringing forth words of rhyme or golden thoughts or phrases that soar with the uplifting quality that speaks of fulfillment of the annunciation of the soul (if that is even the right word.) What… Continue reading Farewell the Muse

will o’ the whisper

Originally posted on SOMETIMES:
OH!     Where do the great ideas go… those flashes of brilliance that should have better resilience and remain in the Brain Cabinet long enough for establishment to take hold in the Eureka! compartment. How many times in the course of the day does  the lightbulb flash in the idea flow and tug at coat-tails for attention; hoping and praying… Continue reading will o’ the whisper

a dream of dreams

This is a poem I wrote nearly a year ago, inspired by a charming and fascinating site called Osseous Design: The Blog .      I happened upon the site one day when surfing, and wrote the date 1-24-17, and name of the Blog at the top of my notebook page.   Tracing back, I was able to find the unique  site, with its creative … Continue reading a dream of dreams

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

Alone…by poet Samartha Ingle, re-blogged from her site

Originally posted on Samartha Ingle:
In love, at peace.  Is it wrong to want alone.  To not miss and not be missed.  To want nothing and no one more. Liar people say, liar maybe. Refusing to acknowledge this internal commotion leads to dry eyes, as dry as the ocean. Liar you say, liar maybe. At times it gets lonely, at times of peace. My heart… Continue reading Alone…by poet Samartha Ingle, re-blogged from her site

The tyranny of fear, reblogged from “420 ways to reach the sun.”

(Here is a new-to-me site I found yesterday. I really like the site, theme and layout, and especially the content. This article on the inconsistencies and idiocracies of politics and the “will of people.”   I really relate to what the author says., and the way in which she writes. I have written elsewhere about my personal experience with fear and sanitation of war back in … Continue reading The tyranny of fear, reblogged from “420 ways to reach the sun.”

[Why Nuts?] A look into the unique creative art of blogger I-Shan Lin…

“I’ve got all I need. Me, a paper boat and lots of nuts. So there’s nothing to be afraid of.”  The other day I was having daydreams in my huge beanbag. I thought it would be really funny if there’s a paper boat carrying loads of nuts and a happy, chubby and greedy squirrel. By the way I have a pet hamster myself and am… Continue reading [Why Nuts?] A look into the unique creative art of blogger I-Shan Lin…

“Moving South” and NAFTA

When I was growing up and into the 70s and 80s, my home area of Northeast Ohio was booming…the steel mills in Cleveland and Lorain were blasting night and day, round-the-clock shifts, and there were plenty of good-paying jobs in the mills and in auto manufacturing plants.   THEN the plants started to close and move down South….no, not to Mexico then, but to Alabama and … Continue reading “Moving South” and NAFTA

From Doorstep fiction writing— to unfinished dissertation (Re-posted)

When one of my daughters was about ten, her school bus came later than those of the other kids, so she and I had half an hour or so one-on-one time.  I loved to make up stories, and some of my best (maybe) ideas came at that time.   This means fiction…since I was a working newspaper reporter and writer at the time I was writing … Continue reading From Doorstep fiction writing— to unfinished dissertation (Re-posted)

S is for Schrödinger’s Cat

Today’s post was inspired by Mindlovemisery’s site.   Thanks https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2016/04/21/six-for-wednesday-3-schrodingers-cat/ I’ve always wondered about Schröedinger’s cat– specifically the end state of the experiment. Imagination shows plainly or is it hopefully?  that the cat jumped out of the box while alive and sauntered off in time for supper It would be a shame if the poor feline– what was her name?– was to meet her demise in … Continue reading S is for Schrödinger’s Cat

Twins! Reblog from Autumn Ambles

Originally posted on Autumn Ambles:
Down lonely avenue of naked trees, Disconsolate Doubt goes wandering wearily, Frantic familiar face before him flees, As though he’s set upon his destiny, Preoccupied with demons of unease, Barely a smidge of hope to underpin, He fails to sense a cause for inner peace, Close by his side walks Faith his brother Twin! ©Meanderings 2016 Continue reading Twins! Reblog from Autumn Ambles

Re-blogged from The Years of Living Non-Judgmentally

This great post is re-blogged  with the kind permission of the author, Ann Koplow, to whom I am very grateful.  (Gradmama2011, Sometimes.) The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally Here and now, with all of it. Day 1111: Ones Posted on January 16, 2016 by Ann Koplow If one takes one moment and  one looks at the numbers in today’s title, what does one see?  Ones. How … Continue reading Re-blogged from The Years of Living Non-Judgmentally

The Neighborhood Dance, or Taming the Wild Assonants

Writing 201, Poetry–Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance (This rhythym sort of works to the tune of “Sweet Betsy from Pike.” or even “Beverly Hillbilly song.”) Neighborhood Dance A natty Anteater’s Aunt wanted a chance to meet an Easy-going Eel sufficient in charms, the Idea she had was to learn how to dance, but Only one catch–the Eel had no arms.  So Unity of moves was … Continue reading The Neighborhood Dance, or Taming the Wild Assonants