The Art of the Moment

an artist sketches

on the texture of the wind

pensive butterfly

I have started a photo blog at my Quiet Spaces site: http://quietspaces.net/blog/

Tags: haiku, poem

I am so very pleased that I finally have a computer to replace my old laptop, which has suffered greatly over the past few years. Especially, I missed the “x” key, which Samantha jumped on, just a few months after we brought her home, and broke entirely. The nice thing about tax refund time is having all the resources gathered together at once, enabling one to address the larger or more costly lacks in one’s life.

My list included notebook computer, replacement battery for the old Lenovo, a winter parka or hooded coat, shoes (my having worn out and tossed away all but my “funeral” shoes), a frying pan and covered wok, and undergarments. I’ve now purchased all but two of the categories on my list, and I am pleased.

I am surprised by how much larger the notebook computer seems. The keys are large, and there is a real keypad, for a change. I had missed that on both the netbook and laptop. Not that they’ve all come home to roost, mind you! UPS tracker shows my battery as wandering the streets of Salt Lake City, looking for eastern North Dakota.

It’s odd, though, what one will do without for the sake of immediate convenience. Priorities are not always as one might expect.

RL has intervened, but only for a little while longer.

“Waiting for Snow”

The old crescent moon

shrinks, hiding among branches

stripped by winter’s winds.

Tags: November, poem

one more card to say
that mere words cannot express
the depths of his love

And to think that at one time I was convinced that marriage was not for me. Mine is the most wonderful husband in the world. Yes, really!

Tags: birthday, November, poem

Filtered autumn light,
speak to me of summer, gone,
and winter yet to come.
Color my vision with golden glory
and fill my nostrils with the scent
of those last flowers
clinging to vines
close by the window.

Speak to me of time past
and time that’s yet to be,
tomorrow’s promises.

Tags: November, Photo, poem

Ever changing, the faces
and the names of people
at the dinner table on
Thanksgiving Day.

New husbands, wives, and children,
and their own families of the heart,
find their way into the folds
of Great-grandma’s quilts
into our lives and homes.

Large quilts, warm
and welcoming…

Always room for more.

Tags: November, poem

Going through my papers, here, I’ve once again come across a notebook with loose sheets of all sorts—poetry from the 60’s and 70’s that I’ve put aside for one reason or another. Some published, long ago, but mostly not. I’ve never been much for submitting poems or short stories. Only essays that were published on-line at Moondance and some in paper publications, and those were much later—within the past 20 years.

I put my name and address at the top of some of the typewritten sheets. An apartment dweller until my marriage in the 90s, the address helps in pinning down when a piece was written and what my circumstances might have been at the time. Some…most of the poems were written in my journal (lately called, thanks to The Artist’s Way, "Morning Pages"). When I came to the end of a journal, I saved the pages with poems and essays, and the makings for the same, and shredded the rest. A habit born of having known too much about the wrong things and the wrong people. Fortunately, my having a "roll-up" memory, none of that remains to burden me.

Anyway, I’ve chosen two of my poems to share in this post, both written on March 13, 1977.

Tags: past, poem

Much too much work, this week, and one mild and one severe fragrance/ chemical exposure. I am hopeful that I will catch up on the poems, but I am going to catch up on my sleep, first. Lulled to sleep by the sounds of surf and puppy dog snores.

Curious about
modern technology, Sam
seeks out a mentor

Tags: November, Photo, poem

"Hideaway"

Up before the sun
and safely tucked away from
weekend’s hated chores.

Tags: November, poem