Once I thought,
that the most beautiful flower
grows in the middle of fields.
And among the lush green,
she sways and dances with the breeze. Continue reading
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
Stained glass caught it streaming through
Late afternoon delight
The warmth, the sudden comfort
of this winter pale sunlight Continue reading
After watching todays Press conference that was as much improv as it was impromptu, I watched the post-Press conference analysis on CNN, Trump’s arch enemy. I heard Jake Trapper, a CNN political analyst include this in his statement -“But then instead of focusing on his accomplishments and offering an optimistic, positive view of what he’s doing for this country, it was an airing of grievances. It was Festivus.” A presidential press conference was compared to an episode of a sitcom. There is nothing comical about this situation….but it did lead to this….. Continue reading
I am mesmerized by what I am watching on television every day. I’ve never seen anything like this before and it is hard for me to take my eyes off of it. It unfolds like fiction or a movie, but it is all too real. I just heard 45 say that none of his predecessors engaged the Russians in a positive friendly manner and “look how that’s worked out.” The last time I checked America is still The Land Of The Free. I don’t think 45 has really assessed the risk. Continue reading
At last there is a beam of light
Coming from your being
Years of wear and tear have brought
The sight that you are seeing
You’ve tried to keep the past contained
Believing you’re okay
Finally you’ve seen the truth
You’re calling it a day. Continue reading
If I were a penguin
I’m sure I’d think it nice
when all was cold around me
and the ground was thick with ice Continue reading
You have to give the guy credit. With all the fake news, rigged elections, tweeting and executive orders, Trump still found time to get himself smack dab in the middle of a real scandal – a potentially much worse than Watergate scandal. Now that takes some skill. But of course, we are finding out that he had been working on it for a long time. His first appointee gone over “a matter of trust.” That’s rich….and it led to this Continue reading
To Brighton for brunch on a Sunday
egg muffins and hot cups of tea
Meeting some Crouchers who now live close by
Holly, Grace, Sally and Lee Continue reading
Put your ear to the air.
Tune your senses to the long rhythms…
The sun is daily higher,
It knocks harder on grave’s door:
Beneath in the icy ground,
Life warms from near death
Shudders and swells and pushes against
The things that would keep it cold:
Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
(Ceramic piece painted by Miriam Hurdle)
What is this I see?
The shimmer of years yet to be,
The draping of a quilted sight,
The flaking hope on a snowy night.
A sea of mist sprung from your lips,
The intonation of your tender quips. Continue reading
Rather than focusing on everything that is wrong about Michael Flynn having his “private meeting” with the Russians and being less than forthright about it, President Trump is worried about where the leaks about this diplomatic fiasco and other damaging information about problems within the White House are coming from. It is a classic case of a bad guy getting caught and rather than being contrite about the shady dealings, he’s pissed about someone turning him in and being caught. Continue reading
Hot slap slips loose the animal,
night jasmine burns in Asia, the Isle of Man
sinks into the Irish Sea, Solomon Islands
grow legs and head north
to eat Okinawa, chop every cherry bloom
to feed the storm. Continue reading
Cupid’s arrow may for most
be secret on this day
when anonymity prevails
in messages we say
But for me the message is the same
with thirty-eight cards done
‘I love you more and more each year
For me there’s only one’ Continue reading
“Strive as we might, our humanity keeps us from perfection -that great illusion – And it is our humanity that tortures our thoughts when a “mistake” has been made. A mistake is paid for once, yet, our humanity guilts us, shames us, ’til we bankrupt our souls, still, believing we can obtain the unattainable…the perfect”… O’Prunty 2/13/17
I woke up this morning from a dreamy grey half-sleep
with the February rain dripping off the eaves.
A memory floated by that in a previous life
I was a horse. No question.
A big, brown horse with
soft, knowing eyes. I had been abandoned
Not last night, but the night before
A big fat man came knocking on my door. Continue reading
I saw this post from a high school friend on Facebook this morning –
If “con” is the opposite of “pro,” then what is the opposite of “progress”? Good morning, Monday.
I sent her a quick reply – There is a limerick waiting to be written.
Thanks Debra. It led to this….
Sand as far as eye can see
with Brighton to the East
this vista at this time of year
a perfect visual feast
Walking on glass
Hearing it crack and
Cold, stinging pellets
Listen to the rumbling bubbles
Watching the milky smoke
Pass through and