I made a cup of afternoon tea and wanted to also read the fourth draft of my new sonnet in progress. I quickly found the first three drafts loose…and my most current one, not so free! But definitely not lost and definitely not ‘run away.’ This lyon is guarding it for me, and I look…… Continue reading The Latest Draft of My Sonnet Is Being Guarded with Seriousness
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Finding Things You Already Had, A Runaway Sonnet: #2
It looks like a large, elegant old book, and it opens up for storage. I’ve started writing a new poem yesterday. Peeko loves to be a part of the creative process…Is that a hen, you may wonder? And now Peeko has a pen and his own separate page. As I began writing by hand, I’d…… Continue reading Finding Things You Already Had, A Runaway Sonnet: #2
The Excitement of Finding Things You Already Had: #1
Well, I decided to find new table mats and to replace the ones I’d burned a little years ago with a frying pan maybe twice and hadn’t picked them out specifically, also saw I wanted more color and softness. These handwoven placemats and this vintage napkin holder I found on Etsy arrived yesterday morning and…… Continue reading The Excitement of Finding Things You Already Had: #1
A Morning So New
Here in my new spot to sit with tea in the living room on a morning with sun—tilt the chair beside the window, set down the cup upon the tea towel on the side table and be in the light. It’s a very sleepy morning, but a beautiful one anyway. The sky, how it looked…… Continue reading A Morning So New
‘…What Should I Be?’
Upon awakening this morning I worked on my first ghazal poem awhile yesterday in the late afternoon and into the night just before bed. The traditional ghazal form contains the same word at the end of each last line of the couplets and a word that rhymes with that end word is placed before it.…… Continue reading ‘…What Should I Be?’
A Poem by Rumi I Wrote in My Pen Tonight
I added some stars. Not because I’m overjoyed with my day but because I thought you should have them. —Jade Some Kiss We Want by Rumi There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Sea water begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily,…… Continue reading A Poem by Rumi I Wrote in My Pen Tonight
Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
The moon has made its way into Aquarius, which was the sign May Ziadeh was born (who you have seen make a presence in the posts in the recent weeks; I let people and things be where they find themselves within my heart.) She was born on February 11, 1886, a hundred years before my…… Continue reading Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Back Out
When I had found this book and looked within, I fell into a shallow sea and settled into the water, resting comfortably upon wet sand, as if not yet to come back out. I had not yet read the poems or any books by this author, and I am translating them from French into English,…… Continue reading I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Back Out
A Soft Breeze Stirring And Lifting The Flowers…This Poem
And you, my beautiful friendWith the intoxicating smile?—They call me ‘Mimi’In the hours of delirium;And love my eyesThat point to the azure skyAnd my voice….home-like,….pure,Spring gave me to MayAnd I was bornThen I was ordained,Now I am a priest. Now my name is….And my light wings carry meAway from the Conventto the foreign lands.I love to…… Continue reading A Soft Breeze Stirring And Lifting The Flowers…This Poem
Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand
I am making a book of poems I’ve read in Dream Flowers by May Ziadeh. I felt I’d like to draw some flowers and clouds and mist. * It is her first book of poems published under the penname, Isis Copia You beautiful Silver Wing Thrilling life, your name, Little child? “My name is Lilie…… Continue reading Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand
Blush of Dawn 