Representing or Poetry in Motion Pictures

if you like my poems let them by E. E. Cummings

if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you

then people will say
"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

Black Friday Sale

On Black Friday, Jason and I went shopping, at the Farmer/Flea Market. We bought yummy foods like plums and romanesco and organic Winesap apples, and I also spied this lovely red tray with a Victorian silhouette of a lady walking her dog. The tray was filled with some odd little items like partially burnt candles in vintage boxes and a little white rabbit. I loved it! Jason inquired about the price and for one dollar we became the proud owners of the tray and all its stuff! I just knew that somebody at home would appreciate our purchase and I wasn't mistaken. Hazel has been counting and sorting and singing "Happy Birthday" with her little candles and her fun little tray since yesterday, and I am imagining all the happiness those candles brought to some one else once upon a time...

Windows and Saint Elsewheres

We thank Thee Lord for Jason,

his hobbies we all love,

and also, Lord, for these dear folks

and all their familial hugs.

Letta and her smile

Aaron and his song

Faith and her puppies

Sweet Greg, the whole day long

Becky and her Alle

Michael and his phone

Jordan and his presence

Warming up our home

Heidi and her fuzzy scarf

Guenie without a key

Shiloh in her glory

Chester and Oliver make three

Avé and her lemon pie

Destiny and her love

Savannah and her chocacorns

Little Hazel dove

Patti, Bob and yummy corn

Lovely Nicole and Samaria, too

A crisp autumn day and cheerful words

Blue skies and sun on cue

And many more close to our hearts

Far from our hearth and street

for lack of pics of those near and far

I write this poetreat.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day, and a few thoughtful people took some photos, but I was not one of them. Today I noticed that there was still beautiful energy in the house, a lingering festivity, and some time to capture a few glimpses. So, I committed the names of the precious people to memory in poetry and the place I captured in photos... the food, on the other hand, I only captured with my winter weight! And what a lot of food it was. Nobody did everything, but everybody did something, and together we feasted and gave thanks!

And Hazel is still in a great mood! Apparently, parties with pie and nice people make her feel like celebrating in her own unique way for days :-) I think that our pooch, Coffee, was just hoping that she didn't celebrate too much in his direction!

Fly Away Home

A little finch looking for birdseed
flies away.
Madame Cardinal, looking striking today,
allows my senses to soar as she perches.

Phonics and counting with someone
so alive.
Why is there such relief
when the greatest blessings are paused?

Loneliness is most poignant in a crowded room,
especially a room filled with acquaintances
that seem to desire nothing more
than to remain vaguely familiar.

Everyone has some sort of feelings,
but not everyone has the same feelings
about the same sorts of things,
friends tend to, but not always.

What makes a friend?
Nothing.
Nothing in particular anyway.
Friends are made the same way as enemies.

There really is a fine line.
It is easier, oftentimes for me,
to love an enemy,
than to love a friend that loves my enemy.

Love does not need to be blind to exist,
but loyalty does.
Blind and deaf,
like an old dog.

Depressing, isn't it?
Life spun without romance.
How much nicer to see dimly in candlelight
and choose the sound of soft music?

We all do it, in one way or another.
We chose to be the faithful old dog,
or the stray, or the hopeful romantic...
It helps when one has a friend who feels the same.