Monday, August 8, 2011

SWEET SUMMER SUNDAYS


A Beginning

Beautiful
 Last nights rain concert that lasted well into this morning
The sun now streaming through freshly washed air
A small iron-bell tinging in the wind circulating room to room
Sleep that was so welcome
My relieved muscles waking
The soft quiet of Summer Sundays


 Colors


Emails - Dashboard

ONE
One dear friend sends Mark Twain taking a swipe at Congress
"Whiskey is carried into committee rooms
in demijohns, and carried out in demagogues."
Twain should be around today,
Wouldn't he make a literate Mayor?
Just Imagine the press conferences: 
"Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often."
Also, she sent an exquisite set of photos
but didn't identify the photographer so
I snapped one off the screen to show:

 GLASS WINGED BUTTERFLY
*

TWO

 A prolific author-friend reports working on three drafts today
Her goal - a draft a month!
Read One of her Intriguing Tales:
HERE
http://dailysciencefiction.com/story/patricia-russo/cloaks-and-gloves
*

THREE
A blog-buddy Artist delivers her Gorgeous
Animals Making Heart Shapes:
HERE
 *

 FOUR
My Own FRIENDS
Post has comments:
HERE

Why be inside when

NATURE CALLS

I went, instead, to tend
'Chai' and 'Cassidy'
The dance routine deliciously feline:

TURN TURN TURN
HEARING GHOST FOOTSTEPS
TAKING MENTAL NOTES

NEXT
To the garden out back
with it's three egg-laying hens:

QUEEEN OF THE GIRLS
 
THE GIRLS
PENGUIN
 
FORLORN  FAIRIE
PATIENTLY WAITING
 
'midst  sage, rosemary, flowers and greenery

TRA-LA-LA-DE-DAY
 *

One More Mr. Twain to Finish:

"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living.
The world owes you nothing.
It was here first."


 
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2 comments:

  1. deanna7treesAugust 08, 2011

    so much here to see and enjoy. love your words and seeing your window with plants.
    have a great day.

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  2. Ms.August 08, 2011

    A friend who won't join my blog but comments on it in emails sent a poem she wrote about what she saw here:

    "Cast thy bread upon the waters:
    for thou shalt find it after many days."-
    -Ecclesiastes 11:1_

    Michelle, May it be well with thee.
    Good Morning after visiting delicious "Be Log",
    your gift to many and to me.
    And, oh, yes, I now can see:
    Butterfly wings, a pair of glasses,
    their delicacy not giving away their power to magnify.
    The Whirling Dervishes, cats.
    The garden? A fairy's firmament, green,
    Sage and rosemary constellations alive with blue hue,
    Broom Skirt bluer still.
    And again, yes, I see:
    It is a penguin, not a pigeon
    Hens, not roosters
    And now I know where they be.
    Summer Sundays begin at your window,
    starting with "I and me"
    And Are you an "I Am", Deareart?
    Your spirit caught up in Animal Hearts Art,
    A weekly panoply?
    The curtain is a panel of white light and light,
    promising more to see
    Your wisdom, whim, and wit,an eye,
    your gifts upon the water, at sea,
    set free (no message in a bottle's confines here)
    Thank goodness, say I,
    for thee."

    And I answered:
    "All blessings to all and to thee

    "Be Log" for Blog
    Oh, my, my Gawd
    How clever thee be
    Waxing biblical for me
    Turning a skirt to broom
    To echo a bloom
    "I Am" at my window
    Unseen in the shadow
    And, by the way
    The "week" was a day
    My message flies on a cloud
    To spread the words out loud
    You reader are the gift to me
    My eye delights to see"

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I look forward to your responses.