fox genie listens
to his own wishes, magic:
cunning conquests reign!
First Day of Spring
20 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in First Day of Spring, Forest, Poetry Tags: blue sky with gold sunflowers, First Day of Spring, J Byron Schachner, nature's symphony, orange and turquoise
photo by J Byron Schachner
orange and turquoise
nature’s symphony: blue sky
with gold sunflowers
Red on Green
19 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Color, Poetry, Red on Green Tags: at odds, back pack and none, grimace and smile, pointy and round, Red on Green
red on green ;pointy
and round; grimace and smile; back
pack and none: at odds!
Deeper
18 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Deeper, Forest, Poetry Tags: Andrew Gent, born, caves, Deeper, fire, history, Neil Waldman, poem, song, story, whisper
illustrator Neil Waldman
History
by Andrew Gent
Every poem has been written before
at least fifteen times.
Every song
sung better.
The Neanderthals discovered caves
already painted with the story of their lives.
They invented fire
over and over again.
And you & I
whisper the same sweet nothings
we were born with.
“History” by Andrew Gent from Explicit Lyrics. © The University of Arkansas Press, 2016.
Deep Breathing
16 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Deep Breathing, Family Activity, Poetry Tags: Deep Breathing, makes my breath catch, moving earth in March, my nostrils flair, my spirit soar, shamrocks
Moving earth in March
makes my breath catch, my spirit
soar; my nostrils flair!
The Littlest Bike Pather
15 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in living, loving, laughing, infinite learning, Poetry, The Littlest Bike Pather Tags: feats, mighty mini specs, paths for wheels, The Littlest Bike Pather, through trees and rocks, tricks
Mighty mini specs
the paths for wheels and tricks and
feats through trees and rocks!
Science Afar
14 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Poetry, Science Afar Tags: Einstein, everyday thinking, from my pinnacle, I scan phenomena, illustrator:Christina Nogales, modes, moving far away, nothing more, refinement, Science Afar
illustrator: Christina Nogales
From my pinnacle
I scan phenomena-modes
moving far away…
Einstein said, “All of science is nothing more than the refinement of everyday thinking.”
Time-Space Continuum
13 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Poetry, Time-SpaceContinuum Tags: fossilized human footprints, greedy tongues, lakes lap, lights dim, sightings, stars fall, sun glows, tide climbs in-out, Time-Space Continuum, UFO
photo of Mount Desert Island by Meg Eckhardt
The tide climbs in-out
stars fall; lights dim; sun glows; lakes
lap with greedy tongues!
On this date in 2003, the journal Nature reported the discovery of 350,000-year-old fossilized human footprints in Italy. The Italian footprints reported in Nature are about eight inches long and four inches wide, and their makers were probably no taller than five feet.
Thousands of people reported mysterious lights over Arizona on this date in 1997.
It began around 8:00 p.m., when a man in Henderson, Nevada, saw a V-shaped object “the size of a 747,” with six lights on its leading edge. The lights moved from northwest to southeast; over the course of the next hour, sightings were reported throughout Arizona, as far south as Tucson — a distance of nearly 400 miles. One cement truck driver reported that the lights hovered over Phoenix for more than two hours, and said: “I’ll never be the same. Before this, if anybody had told me they saw a UFO, I would’ve said, ‘Yeah and I believe in the Tooth Fairy.’ Now I’ve got a whole new view and I may be just a dumb truck driver, but I’ve seen something that don’t belong here.”
Medicine
12 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Dad, medicine, Poetry Tags: balm, bugs, hugs, medicine, soothe, tummy aches, viruses
sometimes hugs soothe like
balm, medicine for tummy
aches, bugs, viruses!
Wings
11 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry, wings Tags: backlit hills, Beastly Brains, call them to steady us, dead are all around us, feathering the air with their wings, gleaning eyes, Jean Nordhaus, sac of light, we live in time, wings
With Their Wings
by Jean Nordhaus
—for Delia
On the evening you were born,
after the tremendous churning
that brought you forth, an owl
flew onto the rail of the balcony
where we sat, as darkness bled
from backlit hills into the sky.
In twilight, she perched on the ledge
measured us with wide, light-
gleaning eyes, then sailed off
on soft wings. Shades of my mother,
I thought, half-believing—the wide-
set eyes and level gaze.
For those who say the dead
have no more truck with us
are wrong. The dead are all around us
feathering the air with their wings.
They see in the fertile darkness
that surrounds this sac of light.
And in these hours we call them back
to steady us, who live in time.
“With Their Wings” by Jean Nordhaus from Memos from the Broken World. © Mayapple Press, 2016.
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