iPhone6+snaps
12/28/15sun
on my Hudson deck
Sunrise
28 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in all that glitters in not gold, Poetry Tags: 12/28/15, iPhone6+, on my Hudson deck, snaps, sun, sunrise
iPhone6+snaps
12/28/15sun
on my Hudson deck
Foxes
27 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in foxes, Poetry Tags: foxes, peirce the night, red fur spikes uptight, red growls, red light calls to guard
red growls pierce the night
red fur spikes uptight-red light
calls to guard-to guard
Rainbows
26 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, rainbow arches Tags: Joy Acey, Kauai, Kilauea Lighthouse, rainbows, seals unfurled Pacific's spectrum
Joy took the rainbow
to Kauai, where seals unfurled
Pacific’s spectrum
Please see: https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2012/03/13/trust-is-a-rainbow/
Christmas Creche
25 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: babe of Bethlehem, Baby Jesus, birth of Christ, Christmas Creche, cure diseases, donkey, miracle, Nativity, St Francis of Assisi
St. Francis was a Roman Catholic friar and preacher. He’d recently completed a trip to the Holy Land. Inspired by his visit to Jesus’s traditional birthplace, he wanted to create something to honor the birth of Christ that the villagers of Greccio could take part in. At that time, Mass was in Latin, which only the clergy understood, so during the Middle Ages, “Mystery” and “Miracle” plays were created as ways to teach Scripture to laypeople. They were popular and educational, and Francis thought he could use that idea to entertain the villagers of Greccio.
He received the blessing of Pope Honorius II, gathered an ass and a donkey, found some villagers to play Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus, and staged the whole thing in a cave outside Greccio. He drew quite a crowd and preached about the “babe of Bethlehem.” His living Nativity was such a hit that the hay he used as a crib for baby Jesus miraculously acquired the power to cure cattle diseases and various pestilences.
Christmas Eve
24 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in a laughable smile, Poetry Tags: all night long, christmas eve, no fairy takes, no planets strike, Shakespeare, sings, so gracious is the time, that season comes, the bird of dawning
In Act I Scene I of Hamlet, Shakespeare wrote:
“Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes /
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated, /
This bird of dawning singeth all night long; /
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, /
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, /
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, /
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.”
Annika and Oliver
23 Dec 2015 1 Comment
in Annika and Oliver, Poetry Tags: Annika and Oliver, Clement Clarke Moore, Kelly and Frank, love took root, mini Scotti, new nomad, Owen, thunder and lightening, who's under the hood/
Oliver and Annika with Owen
Kelly and Frank with “who’s that under the hood?”
Once Annika and
Oliver’s love took root in
them, we had mini
SCOTTI!
Clement Clarke Moore named two reindeers “thunder and lightning.”
What did Kelly and Frank name their new nomad?
Winter Solstice
22 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Winter Solstice Tags: for red berries on white mounds, icicles glistening, illustrated by Rata Mahatta, waiting for the snow, winter solstice
illustrated by Rata Mahatta
waiting for the snow
for red berries on white mounds
icicles glistening
Christina Rossetti wrote:
“In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty winds made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter,
Long ago.”
Self Portrait
21 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Profile Tags: illustrator, life among patterns, my purple facetime, Rata Mahatta, self portrait, violet gardens surround
Life among patterns:
violet gardens surround
my purple face-time
illustrator: Rata Mahatta
Your Children
20 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Your Children Tags: dancing A through Z, Father, highest beauty, marriage, Maud Gonne, Mother, WBYeats, Your Children, your letters
Your children are your
letters dignified and poised-
dancing A through Z!
Maud Gonne
In response to one of WBYeats’ many marriage proposals, Maud Gonne told him: “You would not be happy with me. … You make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness and you are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry.”
In 1911, she wrote a letter to WBYeats and said, “Our children were your poems of which I was the father sowing the unrest & storm which made them possible & you the mother who brought them forth in suffering & in the highest beauty.”
Greet the Unknown With A Cheer
19 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Greet the Unknown, Poetry Tags: "ON", deny discomfort, Eleanor Hodgman Porter, glad at everything, Greet the Unknown With a Cheer, greet unknown with a cheer, made to suffer, Pollyanna, under water
Pollyanna cheers:
Greet the unknown galantly
On, under water!
After the publication of a best-selling sequel, Pollyanna Grows Up (1915), Eleanor Hodgman Porter became somewhat defensive about the character she’d created. She said: “You know I have been made to suffer from the Pollyanna books. … People have thought that Pollyanna chirped that she was ‘glad’ at everything. … I have never believed that we ought to deny discomfort and pain and evil; I have merely thought that it is far better to ‘greet the unknown with a cheer.’”
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