Archive for the ‘Country weekend’ category
Squaring Off?
July 6, 2012Summer begins in earnest (with Elephant and Dog)
June 20, 2012
Luminous
June 18, 2012
June Kitchen
June 15, 2012
Spotted Wondrous
May 27, 2012
Some times the wondrous is spotted,
rather than spotted.
Take care to stumble ONTO it,
rather than ON TOP of it, for the wondrous
is fragile, and also, sometimes,
half asleep.
Weeds?
May 4, 2012
Enjoy the unplann(t)ed.
“Dry Spring” For 16th Day of National Poetry Month (No Sirocco Up North)
April 16, 2012(
Dry Spring
It’s the brownest Spring I’ve ever seen,
as grass, jaded in all but hue, bends down
in pale pre-drought submission above small green
that tries to poke and thrust as if the ground
held melted snow–it doesn’t–instead, cracks
beneath our weight, a crust of old leaf
and lichen crunching what should ooze tracks.
Still heat so sweet, we try not to believe
in anything but the wondrous good
of being able, in April, to swim
in water that should freeze, at least should
rush; till evening brings warm wind, I turn to him–
“A sirocco?” “No, it’s a zephyr,” he says.
The breeze, re-labeled now, delightful, plays.
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Agh! The above is my 16th draft poem this month. I’ve played with it until it’s too late to go on! Must post or keep making it worse! A sorry sonnet of sorts!
Cacaphony of Birds/Wobbly Boots/No leaves yet
March 26, 2012The above is a video posted for audio purposes only. The visuals are fairly static except where my iPhone wobbles. In my defense, I was wearing extremely unstable boots (MBTs), which make it virtually impossible to stand with completely stillness. (This is one more reason, aside from their comical appearance, why I may not buy such boots again, even on sale.)
But putting aside the wobbly boots and screen–well, listen!
Birds! There are not yet leaves on the trees and yet–
Birds!
Tons of them. Not exactly singing, still–
Birds!
Below are the wobbly boots. They make big feet look huge, and skinny legs look–well, look!
Getting Away for the weekend in 55 words
March 23, 2012
Three words form the main thought in my head right now: “made the train.”
These are followed by a pause: “ah.”
Then comes a two-word thought: “it’s Friday.”
Followed by deeper pause: “aaahh.”
Then I think of you coming to meet me, waiting at the end of the line. There are no words for that.
(I’m off! And blogging from iPhone! On a train! Who knows what will show up but whatever does, tell it to the G-man.
Apple of my Eye? (Apple IN my Eye?) Revenge of the Falling Fruit
October 30, 2011
I wake today with my first black eye ever.
My husband tells me it’s an opportunity for great story telling. I can alarm people with tales of “you should have seen the other guy” i.e. him.
The fact is that I was attacked by an apple. Maybe I should say “counter-attacked”–I was, at the time, prodding the tree with a stick. (Yes, there was also occasional whacking, but the word “throttling” is definitely not appropriate.)
Snow was coming. The tree was still laden. But the apples were too high to be picked on branches too high to be shaken. Hence, the stick, hence, the prodding, hence the face turned straight up to the potentially falling fruit.
Whack!
One hit my eye socket with a force that would have shocked even Newton. The eye itself was covered by a lens which may have been good for the retina, less so for the upper and lower lids, which were–and here the word may be appropriate–throttled.
Ouch.
Oh, you, you apple of my eye–I think I’ll have you baked.
(P.S. This is my 1000th post on this blog. I’m not sure what that means exactly, other than that I seem to have had a fair amount of spare time on my hands over the last couple of years. Still, it does feel like a bit of a landmark, particularly in light of Nanowrimo -National Novel Writing Month- about to begin. Hmmm…..)
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