Everything’s very green but this week the peonies and early day lily Stella D’Ora are blooming! And one of my winter-overed geraniums is going to bloom soon enough – lots of flower buds forming!



Painting in the Rain

That’s what the first part of yesterday was all about. This morning has stopped raining for the moment so I guess I’m heading back out there.

And then the vultures came.

Painting in the Rain

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fifteen

One of the more recent changes in the world…

While I’m talking,
your eyes, lowered,
never look at me.
I’m not sure you
are listening at all
but you occasionally nod.
At me? I’m uncertain.
You speak but not to me
your lips reciting
what your fingers send.
Is there etiquette
I should follow here,
like waiting twenty
minutes for a professor?
I don’t know and so
I wait for the return
of conversation.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 11

Seemed like something worth from the news. I’ve been taking a break from my duties as twitter/news aggregator, but this was great on a whole new order.

How can something be revealed
that cannot be seen, something
seen only from the corner
of a skeptical eye, guessed at?
To pull back the curtain
with gravitas so great
takes massive faith
or machine unimagined
until yesterday,
patiently built with care,
the hand god-like bending
purpose toward the end
where all is magic
except for those who believe.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Nine

I’m late today. I’ve spent a couple days with Mom and doing things a little off the path of normal. All is well, and I’m glad for everything. Rained hard just as I arrived home and I set the re-potted plants outside to imbibe. When it let up I went out to look at clouds and found the blue heron was building a nest, there was a pair of common mergansers and a bunch of noisy geese at a nearby pond. So I sat and painted a bit. Now here I am with today’s poem.

One cup in the sink
a spoon on the table
books in a jumble
alongside the bed
an assemblage of
sheets and blankets
pulled up over
irregular pillows
a shoe by the door
half-full cat’s bowl
trash at the curb
lights on auto
shrine silence
remembrance echoing
door opens
door closes again.

Risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
— Leo Buscaglia

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Six

The world is loud. It stands too close.
Its breath is heavy with old sleep.
I don’t really think the world is this way
but sometimes it’s just wearing
to hope for the shiny and fresh and friendly.
That part’s up to me to find:
a child, a blue sky with breezy clouds,
questions, grateful for answers.
I lean away from the sad and mean
back up from the anger and drama
not mine to fix it all – I can’t –
what can I do, remembering kindness?
Look, that cloud looks like a cat
and now it’s an umbrella floating away.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Five

Don’t you look at those magazine checklists and think – if only it were that simple…

All this confusion is, well, confusing me
I can’t tell anymore: Am I anxious?
Depressed? Angry? Sorrowful? Distracted?
It rises within me, whatever it is
and will not accept a greeting
Hello darkness, I mean, grief, um, you are?
It ignores my hints as I search for just
the right name for this pain and discomfort
If only I can name it, I just know
we could come to terms, be at peace again
A suitable checklist could then be found
I would follow all its suggested steps
The harried night would fall away to black
bangs brushed gently back from a furrowed brow.

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