Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Wind poems & a video I made...


A breeze I captured passing through my front yard...



Windchime

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
wasn’t making
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.

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Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind? 
Neither I nor you: 
But when the leaves hang trembling, 
The wind is passing through. 

Who has seen the wind? 
Neither you nor I: 
But when the trees bow down their heads, 
The wind is passing by.

Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947)

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Thursday, May 16, 2019

An Empty House is a Debt by Diana Nguyen

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Days of Roses Passed...  My long gone Rose


AN EMPTY HOUSE IS A DEBT

Diana Nguyen
1There is a house in me. It is empty. I empty it.Negative space: the only native emptiness there is.There is

2An alarm goes off. It goes on and on. When the alarmdrifts to different parts of the room,I realize, that alarm is the sun.
3And there is no one who does not need,never an empty seat. And the blind one,he does not find a place. There is a god in himhelping him to need himself.
4A mother sticks a spoon into my chest,which is an empty bowl, actually,so the spoon lands quicklyand loudly. Heartbreak in the heart! she says.
5I reach inside my empty house: as far as I’m allowed to go.I reach outside my empty house: as far as I’m allowed to go.
6Or don’t love me, what do I care?I am tired of feeling guilty; I am tired of running up a tab.I want to run outside with a sack of huge penises on my back—into the empty houses of ex-lovers, of mothers, birdsscreaming out my name.A human terrifies.A human is someone who becomes terrified, and having become terrified,craves an end to her fear.This craving carves a cave.
7What is a maze if there is nothing to find in the maze.I find myself angry at nothing.
8My lovers bow before me as though before Medusa.Tell them you love them. See what they say.Or say it to yourself, and see what you say.When you love someonemore than you’ve ever known you could, it isa good thing, except for the terrifyingrealization that one day there comesa parting.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Uninspired by Traffic, A Classic

Uninspired by Traffic
From the album:  “Shoot Out at the Fantasy Factory”, 1973

Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel so very tired
Sometimes I feel like I've had enough
Sometimes you feel like you've been hired
Sometimes you feel like you've been bought
Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired
Sometimes you feel like you've been caught
But don't let it get you down, no, no
There is no reason for not failing
You've got to smile and turn the other cheek
So today you might be done
By tomorrow you'll be sailing
And you won't even hear these words I speak
Some people want to be so desired
Some people can't stand the light of day
Someone laughing, while someone is crying
And old folks are watching the close of the day
But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
The hunger and pain is all I see
I don't know who's losing
And I don't know who's winning
Hardships and trouble are following me
But don't let it get you down
There is every reason for not failing
You've got to smile and turn the other cheek
So today you might be done
By tomorrow you'll be sailing
And you won't even hear these words I speak
Some people want to be so desired
Some people can't stand the light of day
Someone is laughing, while someone is crying
Old folks are watching the close of the day
But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning
Hunger and pain is all I see
I don't know who's losing
And I don't care who's winning
Hardships and trouble are following me

Songwriters: Jim Capaldi / Steve Winwood

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Some Funnies & My Beautiful Baby Girl!

Right???  Hilarious!!! 

INSANITY!  Like asking to be kidnapped, raped & murdered!

I adore nouns of assemblage! :-)

My daughter Sarah, with Tennessee Titans Quarterback, Marcus Mariota, at "Rally on the Runway" in Nashville May 2, for Children's Cancer Research, a great cause.