tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31078383613910258512024-03-19T04:48:36.401-04:00Shay's Word Garden (Poetry & Such Like)Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comBlogger2867125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-72576714262937526842024-03-18T15:07:00.001-04:002024-03-18T15:07:30.416-04:00Word Garden Word List--Poetry Out Loud<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjiElroaTod1q9JWFTutOTV4cBbep_zNtn_-he5nWwf21f6a7emNNu-ejKwjeiPUfTcbgEKXeFuwY8wGmWQMfB88ClaaarGm7ySh0EYZpF4BwSDYYcGAwel1pgrg5aJ-Isjb0cop5Bgnjc6zsMBrufEsJKd6n7lTTu79hNGR6fyLCqj1m8tuKuQX4e2QEP/s795/il_794xN.5579283814_82o0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="794" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjiElroaTod1q9JWFTutOTV4cBbep_zNtn_-he5nWwf21f6a7emNNu-ejKwjeiPUfTcbgEKXeFuwY8wGmWQMfB88ClaaarGm7ySh0EYZpF4BwSDYYcGAwel1pgrg5aJ-Isjb0cop5Bgnjc6zsMBrufEsJKd6n7lTTu79hNGR6fyLCqj1m8tuKuQX4e2QEP/s320/il_794xN.5579283814_82o0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Hello my vocal and musical friends! This week our List is taken from poems included in a nifty little book entitled <i>Poetry (to be read) Out Loud</i>. It's a volume of all sorts of different poems, ranging from Dylan Thomas to Ogden Nash and back again. The one thing that they all have in common is that they are wonderful to read out loud. So, do your warm-up scales, drink plenty of water, step out of your shy reserve, and write something!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new original poem of our own. Then just link up, visit others, and offend librarians everywhere by talking right out loud about it! This prompt stays active through Sunday. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">And now, your List:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">accent</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">aromatic</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">flamingos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">furnace</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">glowing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">leopards</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">madder</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">mania</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">mixing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">pant</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">plume</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">portfolio</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">quills</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">rage</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">spice</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">stalk</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">tabby</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">utter</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">vegetable</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">witches</span></div><link href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" media="all" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"></link><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=18Mar2024" type="text/javascript"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-68565775742749126472024-03-14T06:36:00.010-04:002024-03-14T06:40:53.147-04:00When I Die It Will Be In Springtime<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">When I die it will be in springtime,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">trailing all unfinished things behind me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">like a newlywed leaving in an old Chrysler. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Charon will be at the wheel. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">The water will be calling him,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">and he'll fidget with the radio, changing stations.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">When I die it will be in springtime.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I've been waiting, as if living in a bus station</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">for the 3:45 to Omaha.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Time has grown drowsy. Print newspapers fade.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">In Florida, ballplayers wear logos and speak Spanish</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">like my favorite poet, Lorca.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">_______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">For Word Garden Word List--<a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/03/word-garden-word-list-william-wordsworth.html" target="_blank">Wordsworth</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uTxTM3GHcaY" width="320" youtube-src-id="uTxTM3GHcaY"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-23922424810732951742024-03-11T14:41:00.011-04:002024-03-11T14:45:51.117-04:00Word Garden Word List--William Wordsworth<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6womS4NCXdjRW48m0ZuANsJ52XKaKdd6uXpDyHIRvvR-CcIiXmuAD3g06QPOXbXpraw76nEOlNYRX6uRhjW35_ZMwkpTv6hcCcYWKo9QNSDIWGvlZpKTGkRHF165adRjR8N9m41X6Jx4ZtpIXnOQl8UuZw22Lvd-5-l_jlHdKaOmlRfW59W77_e-CWPD/s2000/wild_daffodil_flowers_durham_england.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1339" data-original-width="2000" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6womS4NCXdjRW48m0ZuANsJ52XKaKdd6uXpDyHIRvvR-CcIiXmuAD3g06QPOXbXpraw76nEOlNYRX6uRhjW35_ZMwkpTv6hcCcYWKo9QNSDIWGvlZpKTGkRHF165adRjR8N9m41X6Jx4ZtpIXnOQl8UuZw22Lvd-5-l_jlHdKaOmlRfW59W77_e-CWPD/s320/wild_daffodil_flowers_durham_england.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">Good morrow my fulsome flowers! This week we wave in the wind to the words of William Wordsworth. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_piWVG_UW49ru3HWBArt67RJNGcDa4upirUQYpRja2i4O5weHSLLh754F8fROsznJ-mr5BM5FssU1r37kaYk0Qjbra-LbF-mH0QCkUUqbUvjt7yjEkt08-tOuRJOS3RWI2etBbaeRkzWZggRFQuTGd40EWDsp57Un_P_sGPcTq-vt5X0np55IoGUzN1P/s736/c8afa1e5d8bfbb947b48c127ce6437d6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_piWVG_UW49ru3HWBArt67RJNGcDa4upirUQYpRja2i4O5weHSLLh754F8fROsznJ-mr5BM5FssU1r37kaYk0Qjbra-LbF-mH0QCkUUqbUvjt7yjEkt08-tOuRJOS3RWI2etBbaeRkzWZggRFQuTGd40EWDsp57Un_P_sGPcTq-vt5X0np55IoGUzN1P/s320/c8afa1e5d8bfbb947b48c127ce6437d6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Wordsworth is known for such poems as <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45521/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud" target="_blank">I Wandered Lonely as A Cloud (Daffodils) </a>and <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45549/she-dwelt-among-the-untrodden-ways" target="_blank">She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways</a>, the latter of which is a favorite of mine. I have done you the kindness of passing over William's more (ahem) flowery words in favor of twenty I thought might serve us better. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of our own. Then just link, visit others, and then lie down in a field of daffs and contemplate that cloud over on the right that resembles a dog flying an airplane. Easy peasy! This List remains current through Sunday. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">Your List:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">cloud</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">creatures</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">creep</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">dipping</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">drowsy</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">engines</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">frenzy</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">genius</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">howling</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">icy</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">madness</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">memorial</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">pomp</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">stroke</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">sweetest</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">topmost</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">unfinished</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">visionary</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">wayward</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">withered</span></div><link href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" media="all" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"></link><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=11Mar2024" type="text/javascript"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-67619860927992951322024-03-07T14:22:00.000-05:002024-03-07T14:22:02.599-05:00Five Reasons Why We Divorced<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhKQ4GXn8gAc6RG9bDXm3F8R0jy1UuoLN6ZHh5MaGwB81TlMLWcM0aIynJ3lBMkBmmqwjjQDoeMdzj7owaORzcl_IPguV7xYwcXIaEKqu1YYjOkVKYis3fPF9eUuPT_qeqZ8Jz3dGpq2xg4XCfqyDGsYqsiBMdc93xtAF-Qqw8xZOKtnYW0EglIs6TwXz/s750/e67754d3e529961837f5aa6b7ee4a612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="495" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhKQ4GXn8gAc6RG9bDXm3F8R0jy1UuoLN6ZHh5MaGwB81TlMLWcM0aIynJ3lBMkBmmqwjjQDoeMdzj7owaORzcl_IPguV7xYwcXIaEKqu1YYjOkVKYis3fPF9eUuPT_qeqZ8Jz3dGpq2xg4XCfqyDGsYqsiBMdc93xtAF-Qqw8xZOKtnYW0EglIs6TwXz/w264-h400/e67754d3e529961837f5aa6b7ee4a612.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">1. The phase of the moon. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> Full in perpetuity inside your head,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> disturbing your vision from behind,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> creating avid ghosts. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> Me, caught in tides, no handhold,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> every current riding over my tongue,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> a deep-water language for one.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">2. The snowdrops in the front garden.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> You, the monarch of sweet beginnings,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> pale with presentiments, failing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> and dying in the first strong light.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> Me, the Queen of January, lover</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> of the silent empty street, made </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> nervous by crowds and heat. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">3. The thespian masks on our wall.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> You were the thousand-in-one,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> going for a glass of water and</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> returning a complete stranger.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> Me, forgetting what was real or scripted,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> playing a part, blundering in borrowed limbs,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> smiling, crying, ad-libbing, hating it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">4. The crow feathers on my desk.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> You liked doves, wanted everything white,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> like living in a child's storybook, letting</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> someone else absorb all the splinters.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> Me, a dark star happiest at height, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> but having foresworn the breeze</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> except the one in my dreams. I called</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> all night, lips never moving at all.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">5. The child between us and of us.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> The Viking funeral you loaded</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> your guilt upon, disguised as</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> kindness, consuming itself brightly.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> Me, trying to be sober, trying </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> to be better than the mother</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> I had myself, and failing, failing,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> until our child needed me most</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">and I swam out to him, with my real face, and a ticket out of there. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">for What's Going On? <i><a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2024/03/fifteen-reasons-march-6.html" target="_blank">Fifteen Reasons </a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">Don't forget that the <a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/03/word-garden-word-list-inspector-pancakes.html" target="_blank">Word Garden Word List</a> is still open through Sunday. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">Music: Roberta Flack <i>Just Like A Woman</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/w8J2P38P5tk" width="320" youtube-src-id="w8J2P38P5tk"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"> </span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-19923895020412374812024-03-06T08:40:00.000-05:002024-03-06T08:40:33.018-05:00I'll Wipe That Enigmatic Half Smile Right Off Your Face, Chica<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z8Nzki2ff-SwHkqq7jr4rMe2doaGxVKseZUvkrH3oKogNdlT8qpj4yHVgOi9hThrr7Wb4LVkXV69NmQ9nCN3W0BqN8CSY-B_Es25g0oLFuz9TmcMuqUM4hhBO_aFWJpz69DYHZXdiONbB91wVFIAIa5LsNSK7NFIFzffOXJ4u-nsIVYWB_hzOTWhDmnd/s1514/ec4c786835a5662f8b83a85aa7d756be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1514" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z8Nzki2ff-SwHkqq7jr4rMe2doaGxVKseZUvkrH3oKogNdlT8qpj4yHVgOi9hThrr7Wb4LVkXV69NmQ9nCN3W0BqN8CSY-B_Es25g0oLFuz9TmcMuqUM4hhBO_aFWJpz69DYHZXdiONbB91wVFIAIa5LsNSK7NFIFzffOXJ4u-nsIVYWB_hzOTWhDmnd/s320/ec4c786835a5662f8b83a85aa7d756be.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Mona Lisa and I sit at my kitchen table, sharing croissants.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(I have no kitchen table.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I'm about sick of her stupid smile.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(Mona Lisa isn't even here.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">My dog wanders up and asks if there'll be anything else.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(My dog can't talk.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I slip a revolver out from my skirts and lay it on the table.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(I'm wearing sleep pants. I own no guns.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Sorry, says Mona Lisa. She says that all day long.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(Paintings don't speak.) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I blow her brains out.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(She has no brains. That's why she's annoying.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I clean up, then marry my dog.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(You can't marry a dog.) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I whisper in his ear that the gun was unloaded.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(There was no gun, no Mona Lisa, no table.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">I hope you enjoyed this poem.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">(Poem?)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">for Word Garden Word List--<a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/03/word-garden-word-list-inspector-pancakes.html" target="_blank">Inspector Pancakes Helps the President of France</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Music: Donovan <i>There Is a Mountain</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/q2quzfZw7sM" width="320" youtube-src-id="q2quzfZw7sM"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-32266940682857160192024-03-04T13:52:00.000-05:002024-03-04T13:52:33.075-05:00Word Garden Word List--Inspector Pancakes<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2iafVhgtr2YSdzHa78evEncJ9XxZGkuo80uVTSAgODYJk1153hS5XlS5WuxnIgEmDXvSqiVRNWkpCTm8i7FbCFH3TH_RKjtM9cKSh4LdrBz95ewA7s_XbzSW2jLdc91-XuI4yjL9AxRnXkbSu-2qaomQiwMzRp8UyzkewtRetv9ls5sw1xVjRJtsL1C50/s769/a361a66b8b736a31364df42ec614eb08d9e902e017946464d11d7896cb00f763.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="654" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2iafVhgtr2YSdzHa78evEncJ9XxZGkuo80uVTSAgODYJk1153hS5XlS5WuxnIgEmDXvSqiVRNWkpCTm8i7FbCFH3TH_RKjtM9cKSh4LdrBz95ewA7s_XbzSW2jLdc91-XuI4yjL9AxRnXkbSu-2qaomQiwMzRp8UyzkewtRetv9ls5sw1xVjRJtsL1C50/s320/a361a66b8b736a31364df42ec614eb08d9e902e017946464d11d7896cb00f763.webp" width="272" /></a></div><br />Good afternoon, <i>mes amis, </i>and welcome to this week's Word List poetry prompt! I have a special treat in store for you, so unroll your rugs and take out your cushions, sit Indian-style in a half circle and we will start reading <i>Inspector Pancakes Helps the President of France</i>!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVJRsO1_ooVEZkpP6z_h1hpaUxEust7W2YHWtADXM5cdt3TN1uCIl9Vccn6_qKCrgy4z_fIEHOw-d17yqARBmGkmxUnNsU3kt7fqXv-KZnJGf1JbK3kkBqEqddWpCP_c8U6xsqpu06ULMUxgAxX_IuXUu0Yy6jlfJU32awsmvTcAuh2gtV5e9PEZcY5b7/s1075/pancakes3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1075" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVJRsO1_ooVEZkpP6z_h1hpaUxEust7W2YHWtADXM5cdt3TN1uCIl9Vccn6_qKCrgy4z_fIEHOw-d17yqARBmGkmxUnNsU3kt7fqXv-KZnJGf1JbK3kkBqEqddWpCP_c8U6xsqpu06ULMUxgAxX_IuXUu0Yy6jlfJU32awsmvTcAuh2gtV5e9PEZcY5b7/s320/pancakes3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />It seems that some scoundrel has stolen the President's croissants! <i>Mon Dieu! </i>He asks our intrepid hero, Inspector Pancakes, to help him find them. Being a dog, he will "sniff them out" most likely. What a wonderful children's story.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKrjHqQlMQwBmPHqvl3RF96AaAhgsrAui5EMK1m1PsJtnV0faYzzeCxvjyF9zD8s_x71k_rs75q2k4c7spdsvHHztrY-s8MunADx-Q1dv2byV7VH_Z5UkKIPf8H6weYiVtY568xHI3ZPeWHSyHyywhfRxeTngjrUyureY5kFQ4dLcLZz_oVNavf2-zK5t/s1413/pancakes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKrjHqQlMQwBmPHqvl3RF96AaAhgsrAui5EMK1m1PsJtnV0faYzzeCxvjyF9zD8s_x71k_rs75q2k4c7spdsvHHztrY-s8MunADx-Q1dv2byV7VH_Z5UkKIPf8H6weYiVtY568xHI3ZPeWHSyHyywhfRxeTngjrUyureY5kFQ4dLcLZz_oVNavf2-zK5t/s320/pancakes2.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><br />There's just one thing. The large print is, indeed, a charming tale for kids. However, the small print is a hard-boiled detective yarn, wildly unsuitable for young readers! Taken as a whole, <i>Inspector Pancakes Helps the President of France </i>is both charming and utterly wrong on so many levels. Myself, I much prefer the "G" rated version. Not to play favorites, though, I have taken all tastes into consideration with this week's List. The first 10 words are taken from the all-ages story. The second 10 are taken from the dark alleys of the small print.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided to write an original poem of our own. Then just link, visit others, and sit back at your favorite Parisian cafe with half a croissant for you and half for the dog!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Your List:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">cookies</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">croissants</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">dog</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">France</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">hero</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">important</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Louvre</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">milk</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Mona Lisa</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">pancakes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">abandoned</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">brains</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">dangled</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Gauloise</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">rabid</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">repercussions</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">revolver</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">slammed</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">switchblade</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">unloaded</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" media="all" href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" /><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=04Mar2024"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-5141887276462867712024-02-28T10:04:00.011-05:002024-02-28T13:07:00.084-05:00Shark Adventure<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiU2-0kOrwY1mPmNToS7Q3w_RPxO2lwdRbl4ZZfO1c0-uE5NnMa9dpta2Lpavy4k9mRDiD5Ir-KqGSs9qClov0njhSXYqu0NvvF_mlxjkD35pwAlYsym_iOzBivAEs0J3Um_NqoDD67GKjcQ7CHVpTX7jHCjBYJUdsKIe3YCwihTm7Sqn92fUrzEx8nUoa/s600/shark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiU2-0kOrwY1mPmNToS7Q3w_RPxO2lwdRbl4ZZfO1c0-uE5NnMa9dpta2Lpavy4k9mRDiD5Ir-KqGSs9qClov0njhSXYqu0NvvF_mlxjkD35pwAlYsym_iOzBivAEs0J3Um_NqoDD67GKjcQ7CHVpTX7jHCjBYJUdsKIe3YCwihTm7Sqn92fUrzEx8nUoa/s320/shark.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Some sharks move to suburbia.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">They are mutant land sharks, able to breath and speak in their</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">strange, halting pidgin. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Their spawn, er, kids sign up for Little League</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">and eat burgers at picnic tables after the games--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">A lot of burgers.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Okay <i>all </i>the burgers.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">At little Maria's birthday party, there is a pinata. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">One of the shark kids bursts up from the lawn,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">opens its gaping maw,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">and consumes it whole, along with much of a maple tree. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Version 1) Maria runs inside, crying.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Version 2) Maria starts writing "Mrs, Maria Shark" over and over</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">in her school notebook.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Some customs elude the sharks.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Someone brings over a bundt cake as a welcome gesture.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Mrs. Shark tries for an air kiss on the cheek but sends the woman to the hospital. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">It is awkward for everyone and permanent for the neighbor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">The sharks notice that PTA mothers' and golfing dads' smiles</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">have turned to scowls. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Country Club sponsorships dry up. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">The sharks make a holiday visit to the community pool and everyone runs away screaming. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">The sharks start wearing disguises in the grocery store and at the bank.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">"I am a harmless minnow," says one shark</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">from a few rows of dagger-like teeth.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">During a visit to a local gallery, all the sharks wear berets</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">and funny eyeglass masks.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">No one is fooled.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Realizing that things have gone too far for remedy,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">the sharks shrug, as sharks will, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">and solve everything by eating the school principal, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">the HOA president, and the local chief of police, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">all in a single afternoon.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">They pack up all their stuff and return to the sea</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">where people are not so judgy and unforgiving.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">They playfully sink a fishing boat and eat all the occupants, fish, tackle, and the mast. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">They are home. Their stomachs are full. All is well.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Brody and Hooper may kiss their fantastic finned butts.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">for Word Garden Word List--<a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/02/word-garden-word-list-shakespeare-bats.html" target="_blank">Shakespeare Bats Cleanup</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Music: <i>Baby Shark </i>(You're welcome!)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IogPHjiS_HU" width="320" youtube-src-id="IogPHjiS_HU"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-12338422388964741462024-02-26T13:59:00.002-05:002024-02-26T18:37:51.778-05:00Word Garden Word List--Shakespeare Bats Cleanup<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJxLMACcU81U6ZrewLjWVWzoXRVNTjgIws6J15fO6re9LRT2V4tR29yf_7W1K-Wew1MYkS5fbYafKC9b1uQLIkgw9jVUfh2XYgb45Vz64rX2WuIsLdeG9sxlc5F6pk7cF8maL19pTjLWT_pjJEM2FrZMGSa7kzK2j82iuuUXiui2KqXeTePDUkkfF6H9F/s2123/baseball.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1414" data-original-width="2123" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJxLMACcU81U6ZrewLjWVWzoXRVNTjgIws6J15fO6re9LRT2V4tR29yf_7W1K-Wew1MYkS5fbYafKC9b1uQLIkgw9jVUfh2XYgb45Vz64rX2WuIsLdeG9sxlc5F6pk7cF8maL19pTjLWT_pjJEM2FrZMGSa7kzK2j82iuuUXiui2KqXeTePDUkkfF6H9F/s320/baseball.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br />Happy Monday, my little seamheads! It is almost the end of winter, and down in Florida and out in Arizona, the baseball teams have gathered once again. Can spring be far away? In honor of the return of my first and truest love, your word list this week is taken from a fun little book called <i>Shakespeare Bats Cleanup </i>by Ron Koertge. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByCLk9Ob0TfY1dJZXqbtTsgv49GZM_YbLfom2Ir6H2cXEEdLMMUuL7zYqck0_bZJwfWfN434jVfLL-ImYpEjka13yqfI5bR8KOW3964IpDv0RX87tzMAZqAd1jAWz7_Zld2jOnhXcXpCYvoFXHG7m0r79udA9_dLedNNZ83eR1ZqCzdQ5iWvHCslF2yBc/s500/41HQVblK4UL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByCLk9Ob0TfY1dJZXqbtTsgv49GZM_YbLfom2Ir6H2cXEEdLMMUuL7zYqck0_bZJwfWfN434jVfLL-ImYpEjka13yqfI5bR8KOW3964IpDv0RX87tzMAZqAd1jAWz7_Zld2jOnhXcXpCYvoFXHG7m0r79udA9_dLedNNZ83eR1ZqCzdQ5iWvHCslF2yBc/s320/41HQVblK4UL.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><br />The book is the poetic (?) musings of a young first baseman who finds himself felled by a case of mono, and with time on his hands, he starts writing. He may not have known a ballad from fruit salad when he began, but somehow a certain knack starts to appear. </span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">Says Koertge: <i>One night my wife and I drove to Lake Elsinore to see a game. It was 10-zip in the fifth, so I started working on a poem. Not far away, while his father dunned him about batting stance and gumption, a boy of ten or eleven was writing something too. We exchanged a conspiratorial glance. On the way home, I told my wife I had an idea for a new book. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivSS_AwyBGrCD4479hMt8Hkuy9GVe5BLrzaPRpSrtG_sLW3H-_xxusbhsyFWMehETCcDAvl2JJPJMbJ_3kvEZxcsa6jCdCDYUA-3lUwb27YNjHuFjEsp3Vrr1XlQRyQTgcNDnPhCYjuk3_iOYTfdBxsdSNESoQ9LXp_TJOMML8ivhyEL3xOb-UbdjSve-q/s450/shakespeare-450x316.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="450" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivSS_AwyBGrCD4479hMt8Hkuy9GVe5BLrzaPRpSrtG_sLW3H-_xxusbhsyFWMehETCcDAvl2JJPJMbJ_3kvEZxcsa6jCdCDYUA-3lUwb27YNjHuFjEsp3Vrr1XlQRyQTgcNDnPhCYjuk3_iOYTfdBxsdSNESoQ9LXp_TJOMML8ivhyEL3xOb-UbdjSve-q/s320/shakespeare-450x316.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Whether you've got chalk dust on the brain from baseball or blackboards, I hope you'll enjoy this List. What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new original poem of our own. Then just link up, visit others, and root, root, root, for the home team! This List is active through Sunday. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">Your List:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">bamboo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">baseball</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">beret</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">burgers</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">disguises</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">fable</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">fracas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">gallery</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">garage</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">holiday</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">hospital</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">mutant</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">pinata</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">pine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">radio</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">salute</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">scowls</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">sharks</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">Spanish</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;">whiffy</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Poppins; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><link href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" media="all" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"></link><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=26Feb2024" type="text/javascript"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-83663175871765806732024-02-22T18:21:00.002-05:002024-02-22T18:29:03.818-05:00Gray Area<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEN5BCkuPg4DLmhdiLQCzwMma29nQZFqyQ_K2Yrb1RIIP8zaVecj7mRKa8Z10j1Tl3ndpqkI5ub_Mx5Sb8S-_JdQ57Moa5iCvMzQwZyZekculamkU22VbER-2oftpFmb82T_IcvVtd2T6SW5wXlJfNUpeYuAOOotRW16MfuXhQZh8XiySCn_jE6TwnxUDB/s1002/109bb3d98332b3c93fc964bd55bc2f63.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEN5BCkuPg4DLmhdiLQCzwMma29nQZFqyQ_K2Yrb1RIIP8zaVecj7mRKa8Z10j1Tl3ndpqkI5ub_Mx5Sb8S-_JdQ57Moa5iCvMzQwZyZekculamkU22VbER-2oftpFmb82T_IcvVtd2T6SW5wXlJfNUpeYuAOOotRW16MfuXhQZh8XiySCn_jE6TwnxUDB/s320/109bb3d98332b3c93fc964bd55bc2f63.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Impossible things--when I was little</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">there weren't very many of them. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I thought--I might be like a girl I read</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">about, who woke up speaking Italian</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">though she never had before.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I thought I might discover a talent for</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">playing the piano</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">or hitting a softball</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">or performing feats of memory.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">As time went on--well, you know.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Good at this, not so much at that.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Lucky at neither cards nor love. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">You have--oh, where should I start?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">(<i>should </i>I start?) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">gray eyes like my father's,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">amused and kind, but in a woman's face. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I like--how you look in that flannel shirt</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">of gray, blue, and white, with the maroon henley</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">underneath, and old blue jeans. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I like--your bedroom with the pastel</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">gray walls and cream trim. Yes, I looked</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">on my way to wash my hands</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">with your milk & honey soap. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I'm nervous--but in such a delicious way.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Should I tell you what I'm feeling? I could</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">ruin this bright beginning, I know...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Your hair--it looks good gray</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I want to touch it, touch <i>you,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">but chances have gone wrong before.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">It's a gray area--how you might react,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">how these things are done </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">when nothing is familiar or sure. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Impossible things--Alice's Queen believed</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">in at least six of them before breakfast</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">I'm wondering, could you?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Would you--take a chance on Wonderland with me?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">for What's Going On? <i><a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2024/02/colors-passing-through.html" target="_blank">Colors Passing Through</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Music: Denise King <i>Stuck On You</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sfEK2qC0_Rs" width="320" youtube-src-id="sfEK2qC0_Rs"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-62975222521017004942024-02-20T14:43:00.006-05:002024-02-20T14:43:48.066-05:00launch code<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqXl_QdWmV0iecD1Ov6HfmyKIfDXgVZqSWunCDHTiR5nfJwNP785vN7B2iBVJ7yKUHTImMWBCe653YCxh5hNsS4FhyL51WzgACvvkyIgevII_t8HEi91pSBKlk-WfUdsiQ_Dh08ZugxzlPmpol3zmGYsRPFRISA1iAQJV547ELzsyZr5i24Avx0WcR9hj/s846/4975263376df12f13a2c56943327e99a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqXl_QdWmV0iecD1Ov6HfmyKIfDXgVZqSWunCDHTiR5nfJwNP785vN7B2iBVJ7yKUHTImMWBCe653YCxh5hNsS4FhyL51WzgACvvkyIgevII_t8HEi91pSBKlk-WfUdsiQ_Dh08ZugxzlPmpol3zmGYsRPFRISA1iAQJV547ELzsyZr5i24Avx0WcR9hj/s320/4975263376df12f13a2c56943327e99a.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">soul is constant</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">a bell whose rope is already pulled</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">ringing in my ears all day long.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">my body is its dog</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">sticking close, loyal as hell,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">but short-lived. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">stars are soul</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">that couldn't be contained</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">kissing the dark with intention.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">one day my body</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">past all nursing past all curing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">will open like an underground silo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">and everything</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">will expand in an instant BOOM</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">wow, hi, i'm not</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">an ant, i'm</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">a piece o' god on fire across the sky--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">icarus eat your heart out.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">_________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">for Word Garden Word List--<a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/02/word-garden-word-list-gerard-manley.html" target="_blank">Gerard Manley Hopkins</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Music: Shay Torrent <i>Flying Fiddles</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VAjYc38JBYg" width="320" youtube-src-id="VAjYc38JBYg"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-12785465659869774452024-02-19T12:14:00.004-05:002024-02-19T12:16:37.272-05:00Word Garden Word List--Gerard Manley Hopkins<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZL3POOkJGHECuXaBsTYp1is4qUCfgn1rMB7kQhvNxLxPDfutEokfynZIgdwyDwwEHLQnbrEF6rZ5ugtaUPNhWnCAOiEEtLapEWNRSeMyA-s4a4f9GT8HKikKmE_iuOoTnR6rJ7-TO1ULoRhU35-guVFbZm4XN4ksTYImKJA5VK_l7khwf36EwPdxUTBxL/s1365/95f18685cb9b9a618fa10d4222a85686.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZL3POOkJGHECuXaBsTYp1is4qUCfgn1rMB7kQhvNxLxPDfutEokfynZIgdwyDwwEHLQnbrEF6rZ5ugtaUPNhWnCAOiEEtLapEWNRSeMyA-s4a4f9GT8HKikKmE_iuOoTnR6rJ7-TO1ULoRhU35-guVFbZm4XN4ksTYImKJA5VK_l7khwf36EwPdxUTBxL/s320/95f18685cb9b9a618fa10d4222a85686.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Good afternoon, my frolicsome flock! It's time for another Word Garden Word List, and this week the words in our list are taken from the poems of English poet Gerard Manley Hopkins.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Hopkins was a Jesuit priest as well as a poet, though his verse did not achieve popularity until after his death. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUGVqLh9wsBinBF_ga14Xnx56xt45QOtNMqYig7H4B9uBS39Q1zZkk4MuDI5jImUN6NXZJl3BMsh6D9akxBruAnNYxEDMKUNAUtO-X0EFX0uh2WgpP9xwpktcve_pjSMswP0ksB4XNr7nqAiR7kFqnaLsq7DJn36PFtCJ115NWdyA77ErnP1L3rj_cbIT/s353/18479997eae7c8e432cfb272c02c8055.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="353" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUGVqLh9wsBinBF_ga14Xnx56xt45QOtNMqYig7H4B9uBS39Q1zZkk4MuDI5jImUN6NXZJl3BMsh6D9akxBruAnNYxEDMKUNAUtO-X0EFX0uh2WgpP9xwpktcve_pjSMswP0ksB4XNr7nqAiR7kFqnaLsq7DJn36PFtCJ115NWdyA77ErnP1L3rj_cbIT/s320/18479997eae7c8e432cfb272c02c8055.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Turning to the religious life in his early twenties, his calling was hard on him, as were his issues with his physical and mental health. Life was a struggle for the poet whose work is often filled with bright, dazzling imagery and an awe before nature and God. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Here is a quote from Wikipedia that reveals some of what Hopkins struggled with:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">According to </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bayley_(writer)" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #3366cc; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-decoration-line: none;" title="John Bayley (writer)">John Bayley</a><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;">, "All his life Hopkins was haunted by the sense of personal bankruptcy and impotence, the straining of 'time's eunuch' with no more to 'spend'... " a sense of inadequacy, graphically expressed in his last sonnets.</span><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-19" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; text-wrap: nowrap; unicode-bidi: isolate;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerard_Manley_Hopkins#cite_note-19" style="background: none; color: #3366cc; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-decoration-line: none;">[19]</a></sup><span face="sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-size: 14px;"> Toward the end of his life, Hopkins suffered several long bouts of depression. His "terrible sonnets" struggle with problems of religious doubt. He described them to Bridges as "[t]he thin gleanings of a long weary while"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_TTWdiO55TC_Wt5dY6LaqTg9DCjMACLAM2JIUJiKcu7rUmYliF4m0lwu5YnSwpv4mET3Ur3eXGY99Nmjd6Skoru1phIt82P_HIYczuFGHucAvXCX8mIwvtbB9DoKGg-LexjD5nZv3QpDTXXUXa9gRX_WrUBPfHh9aZ28nwHMmCwunA9Be8sLraYyAQy3/s640/def2819f34bb5a0c00faf26f245967aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_TTWdiO55TC_Wt5dY6LaqTg9DCjMACLAM2JIUJiKcu7rUmYliF4m0lwu5YnSwpv4mET3Ur3eXGY99Nmjd6Skoru1phIt82P_HIYczuFGHucAvXCX8mIwvtbB9DoKGg-LexjD5nZv3QpDTXXUXa9gRX_WrUBPfHh9aZ28nwHMmCwunA9Be8sLraYyAQy3/s320/def2819f34bb5a0c00faf26f245967aa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I had some difficulty in creating this list. Hopkins uses a lot of what is now antiquated language, and also loves to combine two words into one of his own invention. I skipped all of both of those types in order to provide a List that lends itself to modern sensibilities. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new original poem of our own. Then just link, and visit others. Easy! This prompt remains active through Sunday. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">Your List:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">angels</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">artist</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">candle</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">comb</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">dappled</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">disorders</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">eggs</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">fetched</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">ghost</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">grandeur</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">havoc</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">jar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">lamps</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">nursing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">remembering</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">root</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">soul</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">stars</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">topsyturvy</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">waste</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Raleway; font-size: medium;">And this week, a bonus word: "adamantine" so as to include at least one of Hopkins' rather flowery choices. </span></div><link href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" media="all" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"></link><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=19Feb2024" type="text/javascript"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-26833721204378140312024-02-14T16:24:00.000-05:002024-02-14T16:24:56.585-05:00Aubade II<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63T6AR0wrgR7HhDfoeTvgeO_ibaYSY7GzzslbWgxo_lPAa7fvdUjEl2G9-aCengTTxxqHYs5GqJxzxG9nnG7gRoA9jnv2urt86dpVIXJy4QBgduod22aA5JjMYdpPR_ZP02y_D4EskYoI3QvS2S5eNmTH_Tq9IC3jTCpnJGEXJtHW5FrydqTwSfqINvYW/s1003/4244ad9a6a5e84abe9f6963ba00ac768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1003" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63T6AR0wrgR7HhDfoeTvgeO_ibaYSY7GzzslbWgxo_lPAa7fvdUjEl2G9-aCengTTxxqHYs5GqJxzxG9nnG7gRoA9jnv2urt86dpVIXJy4QBgduod22aA5JjMYdpPR_ZP02y_D4EskYoI3QvS2S5eNmTH_Tq9IC3jTCpnJGEXJtHW5FrydqTwSfqINvYW/w225-h400/4244ad9a6a5e84abe9f6963ba00ac768.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">All those songs about waking up in a lover's arms--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">I don't know what they're talking about.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Oh, I've known the happy wedding night mattress on the floor</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">amid the stacks of packing boxes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">and the delicious view when the world narrows</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">to a single cherished face.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">The bee, though, doesn't live inside the bloom,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">and goes still inside a jar.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Touched on every side by an adoring indigo night,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">there is still just one Moon. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Allow me morning alone in my garden</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">with just my mug and dog.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">It doesn't mean I never loved you, or loved you less.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">There is only one dawn--this one</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">and it only waits so long. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">_______</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">For What's Going On? "<a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2024/02/aubade.html" target="_blank">Aubade</a>"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Don't forget, the <a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/02/word-garden-word-list-t-s-eliot.html" target="_blank">WORD GARDEN WORD LIST</a> is active through Sunday. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;">Music: George Harrison <i>All Things Must Pass</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QWV4pFV5nX4" width="320" youtube-src-id="QWV4pFV5nX4"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Noto Sans KR; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-58363065647760422362024-02-13T17:28:00.005-05:002024-02-13T17:28:46.005-05:00Tricks<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">I was playing cards against my own poem, penny a trick</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> had</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> lost</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> thousands. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">"I brought you into this world," I began,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">but she turned into a fog of lemon-fresh Glade,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">then to a tiger wearing a bell,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and sat there smiling at me like a dime store Buddha.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">She had the keys to me, that's the trouble,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and took them with her when she went. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">Strangers know me backward and forward</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and I can only stammer at them, clueless and dizzy. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">She turns me to a gawky bird standing in the sawdust on one leg</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">while she builds her house around me. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">I am password protected, listed on the National Registry</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and greenies stick spikes in me so she can't cut me down. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">I lay an ace and she</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">spreads out a peacock fan of kings and queens,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">Russians and Persians,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">lilacs and shade-loving violets.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">I am playing cards with my own poem, stanza a hand,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> I</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> am</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> broke</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">but a newer poem brings me coffee, licks my ear</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">winds his slender self around me like a climbing vine as I</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">sweetly purr, "and I can take you out of it." </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">_______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">For Word Garden Word List -- <a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/02/word-garden-word-list-t-s-eliot.html" target="_blank">T S Eliot</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">Music: Josiah Bell <i>Change In The Weather</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Bg9MnnjYG4g" width="320" youtube-src-id="Bg9MnnjYG4g"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-25581180578097889452024-02-12T11:41:00.000-05:002024-02-12T11:41:46.778-05:00Word Garden Word List--T S Eliot<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Hello friends! Please pardon the brevity of this week's blurb. I woke up today with a sore and pretty useless right arm, so typing and moving the mouse around is difficult, but the List must go on!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIYAzaqymbXePTX_ZoeLDU4DIODloN7rH7Jp60zgG3lHSZauUxNSgKXmZ19uVLRe4Xc_xr2li6N2KZI95IMlS6Uxzuw4ppkpdVS4AZxCUw1-eQseV-ziwAQJE5qf1Lm_TZQSQhal_Fvj-YM2u6S4J62YZY10cb3WSB7sdG7YPNr3y9HZdxlj_Dp6wNlLz/s800/TS-Eliot.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="794" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIYAzaqymbXePTX_ZoeLDU4DIODloN7rH7Jp60zgG3lHSZauUxNSgKXmZ19uVLRe4Xc_xr2li6N2KZI95IMlS6Uxzuw4ppkpdVS4AZxCUw1-eQseV-ziwAQJE5qf1Lm_TZQSQhal_Fvj-YM2u6S4J62YZY10cb3WSB7sdG7YPNr3y9HZdxlj_Dp6wNlLz/s320/TS-Eliot.webp" width="318" /></a></div><br />This time, our list is taken from "The Waste Land and Other Poems" by T S Eliot. I encourage you to look him up, and please forgive me for not including more background this once. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVoK-KC0Z7TsEigvwoutsoCn23tWZ6fuQArcity83NYlMQzjx-YxDVC-Kd6CnSXQx-KLSB7wfYi-LV-7N_RMScI_kVfoMeZqkxfgwf5ia6vizN4ERR1WulZk7HHuPi4T-Oj4FaLHgz05oh-1iUvY7fIQ82qkmQGEyKYGNA1SiJArs5AlSrhu24GMY6XKH5/s406/tswaste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="249" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVoK-KC0Z7TsEigvwoutsoCn23tWZ6fuQArcity83NYlMQzjx-YxDVC-Kd6CnSXQx-KLSB7wfYi-LV-7N_RMScI_kVfoMeZqkxfgwf5ia6vizN4ERR1WulZk7HHuPi4T-Oj4FaLHgz05oh-1iUvY7fIQ82qkmQGEyKYGNA1SiJArs5AlSrhu24GMY6XKH5/s320/tswaste.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><br />What we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of our own. You may include an echo or homage to do with Eliot, but it isn't necessary. The only requirement is the 3 or more words from the List. Then link, visit others, and sit back with a smug sense of self-satisfaction! Me, I'm off to give my arm a good talking-to.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Your List, which remains active through Sunday:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">bell</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">borrow</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">broke</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">cards</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">coffee</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">fog</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">keys</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">lemon</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">lilacs</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">penny</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Russian</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">sawdust</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">shrubbery</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">singing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">smallpox</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">spider</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">tiger</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">violet</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">worried</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" media="all" href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" /><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=12Feb2024"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-8227467901859378952024-02-07T15:18:00.005-05:002024-02-07T15:21:36.044-05:00Safe House<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTIJVrroFz_wA71iE1SEN5OLr4gZpI5bjAY_5uDC67rjc0iUncO7ivoKTveOJYmYuedQ-4gScFXY3pMNjQx8xlXuwv2R3IbEXNu78Nxlo4yBhqyKyQjiIS7_1ZxhFCgP_L1YeYqSm3CZjCGXpKCGTXGkokL06Hz6kxVBy3ThhhPOk2D85h_1laTg-_bXK/s980/a41a7994ba78ded812ed75e977401c33.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTIJVrroFz_wA71iE1SEN5OLr4gZpI5bjAY_5uDC67rjc0iUncO7ivoKTveOJYmYuedQ-4gScFXY3pMNjQx8xlXuwv2R3IbEXNu78Nxlo4yBhqyKyQjiIS7_1ZxhFCgP_L1YeYqSm3CZjCGXpKCGTXGkokL06Hz6kxVBy3ThhhPOk2D85h_1laTg-_bXK/s320/a41a7994ba78ded812ed75e977401c33.png" width="229" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Welcome to the safe house.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">No one will find you here.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">The ambulance is like a big rolling cotton ball, isn't it?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">The siren has been modified to sound like a waterfall.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Please do not share this location with spouses or children--yours or not. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Their tread on the white front steps would jar the keyboard of your recovery.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Meet helpers Jenny and George in their clean gray smocks. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Yes, it's hard to tell which is which!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Many guests forget them even as they stand there smiling. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">In the parlor we have an electric fireplace</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">and framed Kincades on the eggshell walls.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">We ask that you leave your red hats and rainbows with Susie at the door.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">A few teensy tiny rules:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i>no weapons</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i>no newspapers</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i>no Facebook</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i>no over-exertion</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">no stimulants</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">no sex</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">no drama</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">no poetry.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">In a week or two, the nightmares should stop,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">along with any disquieting longings or regrets. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">Non-attachment is our way.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">You may even levitate, like a balloon.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">If you get confused, just follow the white tape on the beige tile.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;">It can be difficult--even for staff! --to tell the bedrooms from the morgue.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;">_________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;">for What's Going On? "<a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2024/02/safe.html" target="_blank">Safe</a>". </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;">Music: the Pretenders <i>Every Day Is Like Sunday</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/r3v8t7u0GYo" width="320" youtube-src-id="r3v8t7u0GYo"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><b>The Word Garden Word List is still <a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/02/shays-word-garden-list-prompt-returns.html" target="_blank">HERE</a> through Sunday! </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Ubuntu; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-39358639520633435832024-02-05T16:02:00.000-05:002024-02-05T16:02:43.296-05:00Shay's Word Garden List Prompt Returns! ---Yusef Komunyakka<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">Hello friends, and welcome to the revival of the Word Garden Word List poetry prompt! February, as you know, is Black History Month, and so I thought we'd feature Yusef Komunyakka.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHpgZwCXGtcpf4j8Sv-WEJzjYplbhhj5hfksiYBVDS8EHaJUhfRpm0U4ZggfxWxCurl8lJrSlkKsIRVXmlbdXyKpd33hKTWzHw9QQJQaqdAzxIpK4OU4CJ1wU8ccMkE3s2ROL98ftBvTK67mz5mN-IoKxHeNZOZhrjFUIfxrDlWWA1BoVkzO3xw3rMd9b/s474/komu.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="474" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHpgZwCXGtcpf4j8Sv-WEJzjYplbhhj5hfksiYBVDS8EHaJUhfRpm0U4ZggfxWxCurl8lJrSlkKsIRVXmlbdXyKpd33hKTWzHw9QQJQaqdAzxIpK4OU4CJ1wU8ccMkE3s2ROL98ftBvTK67mz5mN-IoKxHeNZOZhrjFUIfxrDlWWA1BoVkzO3xw3rMd9b/s320/komu.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">Born in Louisiana, a carpenter's son, the cadences of the black church and the bible were his first introduction to poetry, His poems weave together personal narrative, jazz rhythms, and vernacular language to create complex images of life in peace and war. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=40228" target="_blank">THE DEVIL'S WORKSHOP</a> (link to this poem will open in a new window.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">Komunyakka is a recipient of the Wallace Stevens Award, the Ruth Lilly Prize, the William Faulkner Prize, and numerous others. He currently serves as Distinguished Senior Poet in New York University's graduate creative writing program.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=40693" target="_blank">LUST</a> (link will open in a new window,)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">What we do here, my lambs, is to use at least three of the twenty words in the following list in a new poem of our own. Then simply link so we can visit, and visit others yourself. This prompt stays active through Sunday. That's it! Enjoy. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">art</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">blues</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">coyote</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">engines</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">experimenting</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">fox</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">lilies</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">lucky</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">oranges</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">pieties</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">poet</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">rhythms</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">scent</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">sober</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">soup</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">taboos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">weeds</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">wildflowers</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">wish</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">zeroes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><link href="//www.blenza.com/linkies/styles/default.css" media="all" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"></link><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/loc_en.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/opt_defaults.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/misterlinky.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="//www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?mode=standard&owner=carriechrissablog&postid=05Feb2024" type="text/javascript"></script>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-70384796886256131262024-02-05T16:01:00.007-05:002024-02-05T16:01:51.738-05:00Three Views of a Singularity<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7iTSBOxRGO89bQrl4tetiRGTTOO0dsKK2EnqpLeB2Dbr17AqG2SM92UGhiic817cB_OHRfs9huRI_KjhygogdJjr-Em2o-7LOwP_k6eD5rwRK45moYyRs4HLXJWiYsXwn3CrEWFnVWlz3PCpDvLhQxYGd6KpOClc6i7oGiT49cmDMVF5Lu1IIYYhjSQp/s846/fox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7iTSBOxRGO89bQrl4tetiRGTTOO0dsKK2EnqpLeB2Dbr17AqG2SM92UGhiic817cB_OHRfs9huRI_KjhygogdJjr-Em2o-7LOwP_k6eD5rwRK45moYyRs4HLXJWiYsXwn3CrEWFnVWlz3PCpDvLhQxYGd6KpOClc6i7oGiT49cmDMVF5Lu1IIYYhjSQp/s320/fox.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">There were</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> a fox </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> in the wildflowers,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">a coyote</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> in the weeds,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> lying in the lilies, waiting.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">The fox offered</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> certain pieties</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">that the red-necked chicken</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> spoke tacitly against.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">The coyote carried</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> a lucky amulet</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">that the rabbit might be missing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> could she rise from his belly.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">There was</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> a soup</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> strained from April,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">a blues</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> blown from </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> scents of oranges</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">and me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> lying in the lilies</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"> waiting.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">_______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">For Word Garden Word List--<a href="https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2024/02/shays-word-garden-list-prompt-returns.html" target="_blank">Yusef Komunyakka</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;">Music: Anouar Brahem <i>The Astounding Eyes of Rita</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Mulish; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gxYB6ZduXno" width="320" youtube-src-id="gxYB6ZduXno"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-72330734116922567192024-01-31T15:10:00.004-05:002024-01-31T15:15:29.296-05:001/31/24<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Some say this the two-hundredth of January,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and are as weary of it as if it were </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">cold leftover meatloaf again</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">or their boss's face.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I shall miss it, though.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">When I was 25, I saw Jim off at the train station,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">his rucksack slung over a bony shoulder,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and I cried on the empty platform</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">not realizing until he was gone</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">that I loved him. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">January brought heavy wet snow that made me sore with shoveling,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">then it turned to ice for a while, and now slush.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">My heart is forever surprised and jumps when touched,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">then sags as it dies like the snow, a stuttering death that repeats itself. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I was wrecked as the melt set in,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">the old familiar malaise in its favorite straight back chair.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Some say this is the two-hundredth of January,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and feel numb with it as if medicated. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I hate to see it go, as I always do, my favorite season except for Fall.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Its sharp, unsentimental freeze breaks my ease,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and I know, even as it goes,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">that I love it for how it hurts me</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">letting me know I still can care. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">_______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">for <i>What's Going On? "I<a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2024/01/its-wednesday-and-this-is-what-i-know.html" target="_blank">t's Wednesday</a>"</i> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Music: Mazzy Star <i>Fade Into You</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yfzsBA5dZdE" width="320" youtube-src-id="yfzsBA5dZdE"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-52822125158911690822024-01-19T14:21:00.003-05:002024-01-19T14:28:17.221-05:00Inner Thoughts & Feelings<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwCckltCn3m6HYA8B_u5Af_ljTdSiDF38hZjkjGWjwkGGE5HdHeYy2VonhqIaNnDGOsFZeKcK8Brm_gEAI9perIRhpH90-H1SlVLSnAOWdGsZnNVXYsAZwtfCNnb6TB-MB7YMVL2uHoPKKx7crL9lZXMKVZO4QiO6XchET_AMCXSDFTydR5tuDVTkqtg-4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1308" data-original-width="736" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwCckltCn3m6HYA8B_u5Af_ljTdSiDF38hZjkjGWjwkGGE5HdHeYy2VonhqIaNnDGOsFZeKcK8Brm_gEAI9perIRhpH90-H1SlVLSnAOWdGsZnNVXYsAZwtfCNnb6TB-MB7YMVL2uHoPKKx7crL9lZXMKVZO4QiO6XchET_AMCXSDFTydR5tuDVTkqtg-4=w225-h400" width="225" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I keep a skull inside my head</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">like a gravy boat for holidays</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">stuffed inside a china hutch,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">a child sent to its room.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I talk to people at parties,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">on the job, riding the bus,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">as if I were immortal, the</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Eternal Co-Worker, the Passenger Outside of Time.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I act as if there were no skull inside my head.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Is my affectation of skulllessness hideous?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">What if I could remove the hidden skull,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">would my hideousness become unbearable?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Would this poem float right out of my head?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I keep a skull inside my head</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and smile as if I were on stage.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">The hidden skull defines my shape,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">but will shed me like an old jacket in the end.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Am I unbearable?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Was I unbearable before I said all of this, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">or only after?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">So now you know, and I know about you as well.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Let's kiss now, don't be bashful</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and don't retch. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;">_________</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3_qE6RrkgJA" width="320" youtube-src-id="3_qE6RrkgJA"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-10990876273059374172024-01-17T18:05:00.004-05:002024-01-17T18:05:58.105-05:00Bridge Over Water Lilies<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimzPnyszj9qbM1hPwX_ESZH0OLN2fPkr5C_X01NF_gpv0KGabxSTopfTQ7WPpD0Bz9IXmp-SCyYCTnByjsTjEcD0LANvkPY7MePRSrZtEYxWtUYJwOvrjXwtaAiLmwDtS9qf7rGomnrMemMyZUjE8G7s0uDssNurZUyodlymWfgR7eS9eRBn8OjjXd7Dlt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimzPnyszj9qbM1hPwX_ESZH0OLN2fPkr5C_X01NF_gpv0KGabxSTopfTQ7WPpD0Bz9IXmp-SCyYCTnByjsTjEcD0LANvkPY7MePRSrZtEYxWtUYJwOvrjXwtaAiLmwDtS9qf7rGomnrMemMyZUjE8G7s0uDssNurZUyodlymWfgR7eS9eRBn8OjjXd7Dlt" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">My heart rides in the petals of a water lily--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">my coat a pebbled shore.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Here is the bridge of turquoise stones,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">magpie calls, and bamboo bones</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">with the blind sky waiting, waiting, evermore. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">My heart rides in the blind sky waiting--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">my love a wounded bird.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Here is the bridge of mica memories.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">the lost valise, and aromas of home</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">with the blue water singing, singing, a flowing word. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">My days are blue water singing--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">in a ewer made of hours.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Here is the bridge of goldfish scales,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">old china dishes, and copper nails</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">all riding in the petals of a lily, a lily, my water bower. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">for <i>What's Going On? </i>"<a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2024/01/bridges.html" target="_blank">Bridges</a>"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">"Water Lily Pond" by Claude Monet</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Music: Aisha Badru "Bridges" </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/D5N1BnBK0O4" width="320" youtube-src-id="D5N1BnBK0O4"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-2627129038170633852023-12-27T09:35:00.000-05:002023-12-27T09:35:03.536-05:00Two New Poems<div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">THE MERMAID'S CALLING CARD</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">The winter blinks its eyes coquettish</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">then faints as all dreams do at last--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">I've saved you flower, fin, and fetish--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">all you had to do was ask.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">_______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">PHINEAS, BACK FROM THE WAR</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Phineas comes back from the war</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">carrying a blood-rain cloud in a folded handkerchief. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">The only things he will eat anymore</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">are fresh-caught birds and escargot--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">one slows his speech,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">the other is anesthetic. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Phineas wears glasses with smoked lenses</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">and declares it dusk at all times of day.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">I bring him his infant child--</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">he shakes its hand and turns away.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Later, his medals appear</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">in the crib, like ribboned toys.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-12651691863591651412023-12-06T17:40:00.002-05:002023-12-07T15:50:39.113-05:00AP Stray Cat Yawp<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjK2-fH08j3AvX9O0SYa-iCpSdB6Kz73CrVE7jT7zKNRehOcYGoxM93WHlJ-yiGvbITIQa6bIgEuuZSxkuumKyc_5jbozR2KpDbayPWgwMvSyqR2zbsvAFW_1Bz65ii2k68pROHG_zhOA6f9FRNPsGbDKt53wZQTjQdtlR5yso4rJ1S703P_i7x3CiZXnYj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjK2-fH08j3AvX9O0SYa-iCpSdB6Kz73CrVE7jT7zKNRehOcYGoxM93WHlJ-yiGvbITIQa6bIgEuuZSxkuumKyc_5jbozR2KpDbayPWgwMvSyqR2zbsvAFW_1Bz65ii2k68pROHG_zhOA6f9FRNPsGbDKt53wZQTjQdtlR5yso4rJ1S703P_i7x3CiZXnYj" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Think of a time when you embarrassed yourself</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">and the cold wet sand of your heart </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">dropped </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">in clumps </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">down </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">through your stomach.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Start there.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Fetch up a memory of raw-throated sobbing,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">when you beat the sofa arm or the floor</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">as if it were responsible for the</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">wasp's nest in your heart. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Open up, little glass, fill with it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Leave pretty sunsets for painters or postcard publishers.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">What we're after here is waking inside a coffin,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">falling from height, the whole empty belly</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">lonesome lack of it all.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Don't shake your head like you don't know. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">The thing you cannot even think is the thing you have to tell.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Will they consider you crazy, the only one</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">who ever did/felt/wanted/made love to</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">that?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Behold the mute tongueless many saying you spoke for them.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">The poet is the person who threads out their own veins,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">stews their every experience, fears nothing,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">stands on one leg on a high wire,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">all because they can't not.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Otherwise, they would just be cross-eyed babies</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">waving bright toy telephones </span><span style="font-family: Comfortaa;">to nobody,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">and calling it art.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">_______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">for <a href="https://desperatepoets.com/2023/12/04/desperate-voicings-creative-method/">Desperate Voicings</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;">Music: DJ Dero <i>The Horn </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/N_TzEcHKNio" width="320" youtube-src-id="N_TzEcHKNio"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Comfortaa; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-20417505283063962192023-11-26T16:31:00.002-05:002023-11-26T16:33:59.421-05:00First Snow<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtCnbhNlsPQgRgyr-7C0sKsk7HfnrWElOVUwKgt23vUJSmtwzNI25HipIW_jvXwI7DdZxwt2PW2eUS8G3jE3fLf4xkmbj-hhXrRI57hq1cNS2aT0VvLN47W9NT_qFrob6HXvBFnHadwvrqOeljbYzZULYC-GFOIsw9flGaDxrMeB5vr7ICaABzQgahXpo4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="531" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtCnbhNlsPQgRgyr-7C0sKsk7HfnrWElOVUwKgt23vUJSmtwzNI25HipIW_jvXwI7DdZxwt2PW2eUS8G3jE3fLf4xkmbj-hhXrRI57hq1cNS2aT0VvLN47W9NT_qFrob6HXvBFnHadwvrqOeljbYzZULYC-GFOIsw9flGaDxrMeB5vr7ICaABzQgahXpo4" width="177" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">November's first snow</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">is soft as warm Pandesal.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">Such a sight makes the thorns sleep</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">as if they had died.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">The neighbor's young dog</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">wears a pink coat and throws her toy</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">in the flake-filled air. She is a saint</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">sent to remind me of rivers.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">I was in love once, many times.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">Seasons arrive with suitcases</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">holding one beautiful thing and eleven goodbyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;">I am a vase, falling. The earth receives it all. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Libre Franklin; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJFWZQ0iHAqwM5dM9TzvAlnXMZ0y-PFWMaXYhquyJmWuDnlzXyEMF9jjqhyiXmYJvwB4upHR5Xw1H2miSFgzZM9iZ28x9cpoLbKYljYooMCNuZabIj2QuFdjn76ErFbNc5lTvobw1CbJRaVe6FFtFNwE3LEcOOTpfadfmo8FyW-0a_bG67zc9PvDcqQhrf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJFWZQ0iHAqwM5dM9TzvAlnXMZ0y-PFWMaXYhquyJmWuDnlzXyEMF9jjqhyiXmYJvwB4upHR5Xw1H2miSFgzZM9iZ28x9cpoLbKYljYooMCNuZabIj2QuFdjn76ErFbNc5lTvobw1CbJRaVe6FFtFNwE3LEcOOTpfadfmo8FyW-0a_bG67zc9PvDcqQhrf" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-40295957238891807962023-11-21T16:54:00.005-05:002023-11-21T18:36:50.384-05:00Dear November<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixjexeUJrJ1lI25IwSrf_lOaWYVlK5YwrexvfQvXNPJZAyPOXkRmwRao5iNHUYIxZxK67FJ-DXHxt9cYHJoLdUhKZ6rucEnCJX4ENaNO16lOMy5mqEU9m6PdLC_tNszJI9mpeaFzmv4azMQeqMpqQUfXHrKnjHhTYZLPei98TAVYGjLxMA6ND3RoyWNUgr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixjexeUJrJ1lI25IwSrf_lOaWYVlK5YwrexvfQvXNPJZAyPOXkRmwRao5iNHUYIxZxK67FJ-DXHxt9cYHJoLdUhKZ6rucEnCJX4ENaNO16lOMy5mqEU9m6PdLC_tNszJI9mpeaFzmv4azMQeqMpqQUfXHrKnjHhTYZLPei98TAVYGjLxMA6ND3RoyWNUgr=w225-h400" width="225" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Dear November,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">It's mad easy to become lost.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">You are so cold and distant, part of me is begging,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">the rest of me a raised fist, cocked.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Everything inside me is in rivulets down a window</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and it's moving,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">dear November,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">like a scared hare in the stalky brown fields. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Dear November,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I think I married you once, had your child,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">or came to your funeral every year wearing heartbroken black.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I was your dove, dear November,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and your crow.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">Dear November,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I need to know that you remember me beautiful,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">even if I turned dry as a page,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">stale as a bowl of potpourri in a haunted house.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">I am crying now, dear November</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">and December's smile mocks us both,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i>Cher Novembre</i>,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i>mon triste bien-aime.*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i>________</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><i>*Dear November, my sad beloved</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Nanum Gothic; font-size: medium;">for Dverse <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/21/poeticsfor-the-love-of-letters/" target="_blank">Poetics </a>for the love of letters. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107838361391025851.post-52128168222937103142023-10-29T16:09:00.005-04:002023-10-29T17:04:44.132-04:00City of Crows<div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRCMlhSNjuaU1o_UL2FIUG2DaPrDS6WHne8j6SMLvLXsSYg7emT5GvbB8iejMl-JMcWmqRkXq6Q_-IbtRHl2--2xY5H756u2rEbiNA7tvQn6hnUVTA2MXxvLba2s4mEhWTerwSpQ9pYeF7o4iz-WJxqAF8coke7Hj0WPBCnv_YXdkxbbdBQpiSd7Lw_oIQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRCMlhSNjuaU1o_UL2FIUG2DaPrDS6WHne8j6SMLvLXsSYg7emT5GvbB8iejMl-JMcWmqRkXq6Q_-IbtRHl2--2xY5H756u2rEbiNA7tvQn6hnUVTA2MXxvLba2s4mEhWTerwSpQ9pYeF7o4iz-WJxqAF8coke7Hj0WPBCnv_YXdkxbbdBQpiSd7Lw_oIQ" width="160" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">In the city of crows</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">in the time of autumn,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">over the rainy streets the trees</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">bend and hover like dying grandmothers.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">I have been down these streets</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">on evenings when I did not want to keep living,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">and they gave me their susurrations as a balm. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">In the city of crows,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">a small village where</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">everyone in the world lives,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">I met a woman who was two shadows,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">one behind the other but it was a third who spoke.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">I saw only one shadow, heard only the words I already knew.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">Now there is no woman, and I know less than when I began.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">In the city of crows,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">by the canal where the</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">coins turn to fish of white, gold, and black,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">my blood turned to cold water, stopping my heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">An old acquaintance brought a loaf of bread to my side,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">still warm from my own oven or so they said. They hit my heart</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">with the fist that had held the loaf, and I lived again but in their debt.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">In the city of crows,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">there is no newspaper, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">and the devices there die</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">each year when dusk paints the days.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">If you want to see me, listen for weeping</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">in the forest of shadows, where night and leaves fall alike.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">I am there, reciting this poem in a second language made of regret,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">shame, love, hope, and death. My body is a wick, time the wax,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">and the crows the scattering sly-eyed ash.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">______</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;">for<a href="https://desperatepoets.com/2023/10/27/night-of-the-desperate-dead/" target="_blank"> Desperate Poets</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CPEIHHu4yaA" width="320" youtube-src-id="CPEIHHu4yaA"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>Fireblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com8