This Ring (Reading My Poem Aloud)

While writing poems for my third book, I’ve found it refreshing to look through traditional forms to try to write and include them along with my free verse poems. The first of those forms I tried to write for this book is a ghazal, and it’s fit well with that form originating in the Middle…… Continue reading This Ring (Reading My Poem Aloud)

My Sorrow

photo sun. nov. 28, am more words from nov. 25th… Keep singing, Cara, start up a little warmth in me; it’s warm how I’d like it in the room already. I wait to drink my golden flowers, as the sunrise lights up my tears— I keep them out of my cup; I wish it would…… Continue reading My Sorrow

All Day Library Day

After lunch, I packed a bag, my purse, and canteen, and camped out at the library all day (it was a great time!) while construction was being done admirably at the apartment. 🙏💕Peeko’s been having the best time himself at home as he enjoys hands on projects and broadening his skillset. 🐱 I checked on…… Continue reading All Day Library Day

A Room for Reading, Tea, the Sky, and Dreaming…

One new photo added Mon., Nov. 22This bedroom in progress has new recent changes shown today as it is becoming its fullest meditative sanctuary. There are books shown on the shelves you’ve not heard of yet and ones I’ve not read yet myself. And personal decorations, such as Dan’s father’s mother, Grammie’s corn husk dolls…… Continue reading A Room for Reading, Tea, the Sky, and Dreaming…

Pride and Prejudice… Pages Still Setting Free in my Hands

…Checks calendar for today’s date…✔️😅 Time ?🕰☀️⏳…Considers guest: Nah😉 In bedroom library corner, plenty of sky to see through these clean windows by me worthy of highest praise, tea cup from which I’ve just drank, just now empty, now too, pins in place the front pages that may come undone in my hands unexpectedly, ones…… Continue reading Pride and Prejudice… Pages Still Setting Free in my Hands

Home Now…My Recent True Tales with Art: Evening News :)

I came back home late afternoon yesterday (Mon.) Peeko this morning, after requesting his read earlier than usual, heard a favorite poem he likes to replay, “The Bean-Stalk” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. He sat like a hen as he listened to it, this photo above snapped just as he reclined relaxed afterwards, and I…… Continue reading Home Now…My Recent True Tales with Art: Evening News 🙂

7!

a recent photo luxuriously flaunting his longness… Peeko knew it was his birthday today as soon as dawn’s waking, he ran! into the bedroom (instead of walking) as I was awakening and looked up at me with great attention and excitement, and with a hint of baby sweetness, and then he leapt onto the new…… Continue reading 7!

“Sign Language” Remix!

Peeko’s new favorite song release…for his own bowl bed of choice seated performance https://youtu.be/EbKJw25tVCE ((& if you wonder what the blog’s about…)) We got poets, cups, windows, glasses, tea pots, lamps, moons, sky-watchings. Sonnets, plums, darkness, soups, low profile chairs, highly affectionate heavenly ghosts. Flower surprise growing up in the dirt, chocolate dark as earth,…… Continue reading “Sign Language” Remix!

‘Here is Another’

I found myself unraveling my own self and my days in the night with a tone of apology, had felt the kindest “Shhh…” I sit with tea to see the sky like this; I smile at being so spoiled but then there’s the subtle, ’Shhh’ 😊and more color brushed on…and the creamy lamplit walls and…… Continue reading ‘Here is Another’

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

There, A Rare Photo

I thought my own conclusion of who’s who in the photo I would take out of this post ‘cause it’s unclear to me. I will keep my own photos that follow. (But translated names in the Wikipedia caption: May Ziadeh, Charles, Samia, Emily Al-Rihani.) Man to left looks to me like the author, Ameen Rihani;…… Continue reading There, A Rare Photo

Replenished

letting my hair begin to dry in morning sun and atmosphere I find myself feeling replenished and my balance more restored with great help from God and others and myself in my gratitude, simplifying my project focus and goals beforehand, pure coconut oil left-in for hair and skin and aromatherapy (it’s a fruit😊), and a…… Continue reading Replenished

Soothing

Evening blush tonight As for the previous post, it felt to me as if someone was saying, “Lights out…Time for rest now, Baby.” And it was. A laugh out loud line of Shakespeare’s (cited in Selected Poems by Lord Byron): “I’d rather be a kitten, and cry, mew! Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers”…… Continue reading Soothing

Within It All, The Art When There’s No Record of It

Art doesn’t only happen directly on the canvas or page; I learned that when I unwrapped a new canvas and noticed the plastic wrap itself, the way light influenced the look of its texture and color, and myself behind it, snapped a fun photo. That post was called With The Canvas’ Wrapping. By then, I…… Continue reading Within It All, The Art When There’s No Record of It

A Lord Byron Reading in Nearby Nature and Autumn Air Among Sunlit Trees Still Green

Let’s enjoy some poetry read aloud on a warm autumnal day. A restorative and peaceful thing for me to do today and to share with you, reading a poem from Lord Byron’s Selected Poems, his most well-known one ”She Walks in Beauty.” Feel free to check out the other audio poems I’ve read of different…… Continue reading A Lord Byron Reading in Nearby Nature and Autumn Air Among Sunlit Trees Still Green

A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

Featured again today on the blog with affection💕🙏… for May Sunday, Oct. 17, 2021 after her first poetry book, Dream Flowers May Ziadeh writes: “I hope that after my death someone will do justice to me and extract from my small writings the truthfulness and sincerity it contains!!” b. Feb. 11, 1886 – d. Oct.…… Continue reading A Letter To Honor Poet May Ziadeh and Two of Her Poems, Eighty Years Later

For Simplicity, I Began with Subtraction

Yesterday I decided over plenty of time considering it all, that I would rather not pursue teaching yoga as a business and that I’ve been spreading my attention and energy on many separate things, more than I feel my best doing. And while I feel I am very good at my particular focus of stress…… Continue reading For Simplicity, I Began with Subtraction