Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly
they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings,
dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented,
then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can't imagine
how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing,
this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard, I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
"Starlings in Winter" by Mary Oliver, from Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays.
“The greatest destroyer of love and peace is abortion, which is war against the child. The mother doesn't learn to love, but kills to solve her own problems. Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, but to use any violence to get what they want.“
I pray you all have a peaceful, healthy, blessed Christmas and an enlightening New Year!
I’m amazed & grateful to God that I survived 2020. I’m finally off the Gabapentin/Neurontin completely after titrating for nine long, slow, grueling, horrifying, deeply depressing, painful, mentally disturbing months. I’m still having bad days, but I feel my brain healing. I feel as if I’m coming out of a coma. My memory has improved 100% & I’ve lost 10 pounds since stopping completely.
My sweet 91 year old mother and brother-in-law have both survived COVID, so we’re grateful for that, especially since Mama smoked 2 packs of ciggies a day for 75 years. She had zero symptoms.
Even though our brindle Pit Bull literally ate our old sectional sofa—-cushions, wood and all—- this year, we’re happy to have our crazy Scooby Doo. Now I can get a new couch—-that’s bulletproof! There’s nothing on earth that Scooby won’t eat or attempt to eat. The two cats are happy and healthy at 18 years old. Garfield runs from Scooby, but Little Debbie stands her ground and scratches his nose or Velcro’s herself to his head. It gets wild and funny.
Thank you to all of my faithful blog followers and visitors. I appreciate you all.
Now there were shepherds nearby living out in the field, keeping guard over their flock at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were absolutely terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid! Listen carefully, for I proclaim to you good news that brings great joy to all the people: Today your Savior is born in the city of David. He is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign for you: You will find a baby wrapped in strips of cloth and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a vast, heavenly army appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among people with whom he is pleased!”
When the angels left them and went back to heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, that the Lord has made known to us.” So they hurried off and located Mary and Joseph, and found the baby lying in a manger. When they saw him, they related what they had been told about this child, and all who heard it were astonished at what the shepherds said. But Mary treasured up all these words, pondering in her heart what they might mean. So the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen; everything was just as they had been told.
My newest obsession musically & poetically is Lana Del Rey. 💋 She’s a poet, first, then a musician, with a sultry, otherworldly voice as if she stepped out of the 1940’s. Her songs tell haunting stories. She recently published her first book of poetry: “Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass”.
This song comes from her new album, “Chemtrails Over the Country Club”, coming out soon.
LET ME LOVE YOU LIKE A WOMAN
Lana Del Rey
I come from a small town, how about you? I only mention it ‘cause I’m ready to leave LA and I want you to come Eighty miles north or south will do I don’t care where as long as you’re with me And I’m with you, and you let me
Let me love you like a woman Let me hold you like a baby Let me shine like a diamond Let me be who I’m meant to be Talk to me in poems and songs Don’t make me be bittersweet Let me love you like a woman Let me hold you like a baby Let me hold you like a baby
I come from a small town far away I only mention it ‘cause I’m ready to leave LA and I want you to come I guess I could manage if you stay It’s just if you do I can’t see myself having any fun
So let me love you like a woman Let me hold you like a baby Let me shine like a diamond Let me be who I’m meant to be Talk to me in songs and poems Don’t make me be bittersweet Let me love you like a woman Take you to infinity Let me hold you like a baby Take you to infinity Let me love you like a woman Take you to infinity
We could get lost in the purple rain Talk about good old days We could get high on pink champagne Baby, let me count the waves
Let me love you like a woman Let me hold you like a baby Let me shine like a diamond Let me be who I’m meant to be Talk to me in songs and poems Don’t make me be bittersweet Let me love you like a woman.
