Monday, February 29, 2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
Catfish is Mr. Death, sneaking up on my Monster High Doll. :-)
By Doug Anderson
Fifty was poignant, heavy pear
departs the tree and the poem
a sigh between branch and mulch.
But no more. Another decade,
I’m all song and scruff,
the mind’s hot wire threading joint to joint.
I’ll tell you straight out what I think,
no sweetener. Nor has Aphrodite left me
collapsed in a stairwell
and don’t you father-flirt me, girl.
This morning the world unbelts her robe,
rose fleshed and randy.
I like the rats that skitter
under the subway’s hot rails.
The little black dog
who’s afraid of no one,
not even the dope dealer’s pitbulls.
Montaigne said sickness
is God’s way of weaning us from life
but I don’t think yet. I like the way
soul clings to gristle like a newspaper
wrapped around a light pole in a storm.
Death’s a street away
walking parallel and at my pace. He gets a nod.
Doug Anderson, “Sixty One” from Cry Wolf. Copyright © 2008 by Doug Anderson.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Longleaf Pines at Red Dirt, Kisatchie National Forest
By Tony Hoagland
She goes out to hang the windchime
in her nightie and her work boots.
It’s six-thirty in the morning
and she’s standing on the plastic ice chest
tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,
windchime in her left hand,
hammer in her right, the nail
gripped tight between her teeth
but nothing happens next because
she’s trying to figure out
how to switch #1 with #3.
She must have been standing in the kitchen,
coffee in her hand, asleep,
when she heard it—the wind blowing
through the sound the windchime
because it wasn’t there.
No one, including me, especially anymore believes
till death do us part,
but I can see what I would miss in leaving—
the way her ankles go into the work boots
as she stands upon the ice chest;
the problem scrunched into her forehead;
the little kissable mouth
with the nail in it.
“Windchime” copyright © 2003 by Tony Hoagland from What Narcissism Means to Me
Monday, February 8, 2016
By Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The luster of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
—Yes, but not this alone.
Is it to feel our strength—
Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more loosely strung?
Yes, this, and more; but not
Ah, ’tis not what in youth we dreamed ’twould be!
’Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset glow,
A golden day’s decline.
’Tis not to see the world
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
And heart profoundly stirred;
And weep, and feel the fullness of the past,
The years that are no more.
It is to spend long days
And not once feel that we were ever young;
It is to add, immured
In the hot prison of the present, month
To month with weary pain.
It is to suffer this,
And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel.
Deep in our hidden heart
Festers the dull remembrance of a change,
But no emotion—none.
It is—last stage of all—
When we are frozen up within, and quite
The phantom of ourselves,
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
I haven't been around much lately. I got some adult coloring books for Christmas and discovered that they're highly addictive. When I get to coloring these intricate pictures or designs, I get so eager to find out how they'll turn out, I just cannot stop. It's relaxing. They start at about $5 and go up to near $20, depending on the quality, but there are some excellent selections at Amazon and at local craft stores. Better than Prozac! LOL! xo
My favorite picture done with Prismacolor Colored Pencils
First ones I did using gel pens and Prismacolor Colored Pencils (the best, waxy and bright).
I love the dragonflies and the damsel fly. Mostly gel pens from Wal-Mart and colored pencils.
Gel pen entirely. I had a contest with hubby & won.
My first moth. I wanted it to have the colors of the Luna Moth.
A Christmas gift from my artist daughter...I'm addicted now to coloring.
Another Christmas gift from artist daughter.
After becoming addicted in December, I got these two books at Amazon in January.
Hedgehog made of leaves. Mostly gel & glitter pens.
Got this case of gel/glitter pens years ago for $10. Almost empty now.
All gel/glitter pens. I'm a bit OCD about balance. Trying to get over that...
Christmas gift from Ray. The Mother with ALL Prismacolors. Heaven!
Two canvas cases that hold ALL 132 of my pencils and roll up neatly and snap. Only $10 each at Amazon. They come in different sizes for holding varying numbers of pencils. It makes the pencils much more accessible. After I use a color, I reverse it so I'll know I've used it.