It was time for his history lesson, but the teacher was late. 🍎🧚♀️ There are lessons happening with us, including ‘practical’ ones, like receiving my CPR/First Aid/AED for Adults and Children certification. I noticed how this was such a normal group of students; it was almost impressive, but I don’t know if that’s the word.…… Continue reading Amongst Creative Things, Practical Things and the Unfailing Blend of Them Both
Tag: poets
A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths
The sound of falling rain had me realize right then that I hadn’t heard rain in awhile; I listened, made a cup of tea, tapped away the steeped leaves on the wide flat spoon that had been gathered from the teapot afterwards, as the tea bell sounded a second, and it was ready. I took…… Continue reading A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths
From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference
Afternoon moment of rest, I took out the poems of hers I’d written and read one; I saw then in the corner of my eye the place of the sky I faced had changed color. She placed a little blush there for me to find, and so I sent up a kiss. early afternoon *Excerpt…… Continue reading From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference
Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection
I wondered what I could give, somehow a little unsettled too; I’d wanted to give something to this author as she had brought me with her into that poetry cove awhile and has cared for me so tenderly with her poetry and presence. And then I saw these ending lines of hers from the introduction…… Continue reading Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection
I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It
This is so beautiful, thank you. It makes me think I might paint some of your skies onto my canvas and with gratitude towards you! I would share this happiness.Last night, I finished collecting all of the poems of Flowers of a Dream by May Ziadeh in English and then I read through them all,…… Continue reading I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It
Some Literary Criticism: Marquez
Are you trying to spoil me? Rose syrup and a rose sky to go with it. 🙂 * Over the weekend, I finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a favorite book now as the first time I’d read it long ago I didn’t get it as much but knew…… Continue reading Some Literary Criticism: Marquez
It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession
I like to start with telling some of my deepest feelings this way, that I have a confession to make, and this is a confession of an aversion or uneasiness that I don’t have actual evidence as to why I feel this way. I am not trying to solve a mystery, I know that’s not…… Continue reading It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession
