An Old Woman's Painting By Lynn Emanuel

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AN OLD WOMAN’S PAINTING

By Lynn Emanuel

Scrape the sun from the wall of  the sky. 

Cast the great nets of  autumn over the houses. 

Even the throat of  the lily is a dangerous inlet. 

Let the world stand wearily on the stoop of  the jail 

of  the world and the light of  the mind, that small lamp, 

pearl of  shine, let the night come to it, as iron filings to a magnet, 

mother.

"The Nerve of It:  Poems New and Selected" by Lynn Emanuel

                        August sunrise...

                                     Zinnia, fading as time marches on....

                                  Zinnia, ravaged by time...

           Amidst the fading flowers, new life...

           The fading flower is the most beautiful...

                         Sister Zinnias...

6 Days Till Fall...

         Hummingbirds at one of my feeders...

                              *^*^*^*^*^*

Charms of hummingbirds

floating like dandelions---

Summer's last goodbye.  

                             ~Marion, 9/17/15

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September 27: RARE Full Blood Moon, Lunar Eclipse, Super Harvest Moon!  The next one is in 2033.  Don't think I'll be here for that one. 

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I never told this story here before, but my Mama's famous banana pudding is so good that my older sister's son proposed to his wife with a bowl of it.  He put some in a square Tupperware container and with that candy lettering you buy at the grocery store in the cake mix aisle, wrote "Will You Marry Me?"  Of course, she said yes...then ate the banana pudding and the proposal.

Well, this book of short essays by Rick Bragg is overflowing with Southern stories way better than mine.  I'm only about 20 pages in and haven't stop wiping my eyes from crying tears of sadness and laughter.  It's that kind of read.  As Dolly Parton said in "Steel Magnolias":  laughter through tears is my favorite emotion...

Two Poems and Some of My September Bloomers!

    Zinnias fading on this breezy, humidless, gorgeous day.

   Cannas blooming wildly...again.  Such a faithful flower...

            Beautyberries shimmering...

            Rose being Rose...

        Crape Myrtle...

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FLOWERS

By Wendy Videlock

They are fleeting.

They are fragile.

They require

little water.

They’ll surprise you.

They’ll remind you

that they aren’t

and they are you.

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OLDER, YOUNGER, BOTH

By Joyce Sutphen

I feel older, younger, both

at once. Every time I win,

I lose. Every time I count,

I forget and must begin again.

I must begin again, and again I

must begin. Every time I lose,

I win and must begin again.

Everything I plan must wait, and

having to wait has made me old, and

the older I get, the more I wait, and everything

I’m waiting for has already been planned.

I feel sadder, wiser, neither

together. Everything is almost

true, and almost true is everywhere.

I feel sadder, wiser, neither at once.

I end in beginning, in ending I find

that beginning is the first thing to do.

I stop when I start, but my heart keeps on beating,

so I must go on starting in spite of the stopping.

I must stop my stopping and start to start—

I can end at the beginning or begin at the end.

I feel older, younger, both at once.

“Older, Younger, Both” from Coming Back to the Body by Joyce Sutphen. © 2000 by Joyce Sutphen.

This Is the Dream by Olav Hauge

This Is the Dream

by Olav Hauge

This is the dream we carry through the world

that something fantastic will happen

that it has to happen

that time will open by itself

that doors shall open by themselves

that the heart will find itself open

that mountain springs will jump up

that the dream will open by itself

that we one early morning

will slip into a harbor

that we have never known.

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YOU MUST READ THIS:

"Olav Hauge was born in 1908 in Ulvik and he died there eighty-six years later.  As a younger son in in a traditional Norwegian family, he received virtually no land.  The older brother got the main farm, and Olav lived all his life on what he could produce from 3 acres of ground.  During his late 20's, he spent some time in a mental institution.  At 65, he married the Norwegian artist Bodil Cappelen, whom he met at one of his rare poetry readings.  He settled into married life very well, and the house cheered up considerably.  He died in the old way; no real evidence of disease was present.  He simply did not eat for ten days, and so he died.  People who attended his funeral, which took place down in the valley where he had been baptized as a child, describe a service full of feeling and gratitude.  A horse-drawn wagon carried his body back up the mountain after the service.  Everyone noticed a small colt that ran happily alongside its mother and the coffin all the way."

From the Preface by Robert Bly in "The Dream We Carry" by Olav H. Hauge.

I highly recommend this book.  The poetry is amazingly touching.

Psalm 91 - God's Poetry & Comfort

Psalm 91Safety of Abiding in the Presence of God

91 He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”

3 Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler[a]
And from the perilous pestilence.
4 He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
5 You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
6 Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.

7 A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
8 Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.

9 Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
10 No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
11 For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
12 In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
13 You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.

14 “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name.
15 He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.”

Footnotes:

1. Psalm 91:3 That is, one who catches birds in a trap or snare

Poet - By Keith Waldrop

    A Charm of Hummingbirds at one of my feeders...

A favorite poem I collaged onto a composition book journal.

                       Two of my Blythe dolls.

POET

By Keith Waldrop

The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of

people moving and standing.

 

 

    Those standing resemble stories, like stones, coal from the

death of plants, bricks in the shape of teeth.

 

 

    I begin now to write down all the places I have not been—

starting with the most distant.

 

 

    I build houses that I will not inhabit.

Keith Waldrop, "Poet" from Analogies of Escape. Copyright © 1997 by Keith Waldrop. 

Every writer should read one poem a day...

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Autumn Knocking

September's here.

There are fewer

Moonflowers nightly.

Autumn is knocking

at summer's

back door.

Marion

9/4/15

"Ah, yes, autumn, when the trees blush at the thought of stripping naked in public." ~Robert Brault

Dragonfly Lady by Marion For Mag 270

                          For Magpie Tales #270

DRAGONFLY LADY

By Marion

I'll be your dragonfly lady

and you be my fairy tale King.

We'll rule the daisies & dance

while the raindrops glisten & sing.

When the moon comes 'round

and the moonflowers bloom

glowing silver and scented of night---

Step into my magic circle of mushrooms

We'll touch the stars & take flight.  

5/18/15