Tag: sky
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Aromatherapy Night Sky Surprise
January 25, 2023 People may respond differently to different herbs; this cat was loving it. 💕💕 —Peeko says, “But don’t take my Jane.” He enjoys classic books of literary style, often with portraits on the cover. This afternoon after yoga, I tried glueing the square of fabric I’d kept, which I’d been saving, when I […]
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“If the Stars Were Not Out”
by Jade Nicole Beals A whispered line overheard in the night as I slept from through the open window that overlooks mostly unpopulated woods: I considered, half-dreaming, The line has been spoken protectively, ‘though I am safe, and I fell back to sleep. I think, in any case, you would still have come. A surgeon […]
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As if Within a Blush of Dawn Rose Champagne Upon Awakening
I woke up in this.💕😊 Peeko saying, Do you see this? 😊💕 * And I feel well-rested after a full day as if from the year 1600, re-reading a favorite paper book called Memories by F. Muller (a book club read coming up from the library (if a book needs refreshment, just place it in […]
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“This Ring”
(my own photo of the moon in a blushing morning sky in Massachusetts) This was my first poem I’d written and published online in 2022: The first of form poems I tried to write this year is a ghazal, and it’s fit well with that form having originated in the Middle East during the medieval […]
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pocket verse: haiku and tanka
Each are separate poems all written in the same couple of days —Jade Nicole Beals * 1 I’ve changed all the locks I still love you 2 my cat naps he snores like soft weeping my tears, but l don’t know our reason 3 the soft, plush vacuumed rug I notice so much more in […]
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candy-glitter
if you’re wondering, my daydreams are sweeter, how I look at the sky all through the day; the candy-glitter kept its glitter, and I will keep my promise to gaze Jade
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A List of Art and Writing, Plans, Dreams, and Hopes while Currently Sitting
* I hope my hair will continue to grow a little longer; I am mindful of the ends now, and gentle detangling, comb and brush. * I am content sitting now, my feet don’t touch the floor but freely I swing them up, can stretch and flex them well like this, posture is great with […]
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Blush of Dawn, Windowseat Yesterday
Two photos from Peeko’s blush of dawn morning, just as I’d awoken
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A Birthday Eve with a Poem and a Cloud of Blushing Wine
…& with a little note for the morning 🙂 by this birthday boy, 815 years bright. My face is a hundred times brighter when I see your face —by Rumi (translated by Maryam Mortaz and Brad Gooch) *Update: Read my review. See the Unseen Poems too :)*
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From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”
I have an idea for the blog to share my own little lines of literary critique of May’s writings (besides my book review of her poetry book, Fleurs de Reve Flowers of a Dream, 1911), the kind of attentiveness she valued in her own reviews and critiques, ’tho would’ve rarely in her time and place […]
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Five Quotes from the Past That Feel True Now
July 22, 2022 I came across these quotes in Google when I was looking for quotes during a moment of rest, hours after I’d posted the photo and my words in the first post. There is so much that resonates with me in these in my own life and past. The first quotes are by […]
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What Grew There
What grew from past pain, watered with my tears and compassion, now found swinging in the morning breeze: these. * Called “Bittersweet,” these flowers are highly toxic, not to eat, ✔️and it matters not, they are so beautiful. … By looking up at the shapes of the leaves on the trees, I’d found the place […]
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Rose Honey in Poetry by Christina Rossetti
A city plum is not a plum;A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb;A party rat is not a rat;A sailor’s cat is not a cat;A soldier’s frog is not a frog;A captain’s log is not a log. * A rose has thorns as well as honey,I’ll not have her for love or money;An iris grows so straight […]
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Eyes by May Ziadeh
(complete July 5, 2022) I came across this poem in Italian I’d originally found in Spanish as an excerpt. The poem “Eyes” (or “Occhi”) was written by May Ziadeh (in Italian or Spanish) most likely in the 1900s before 1941 (author b. 1886). May also wrote and published in French, Arabic, English, and German, and […]
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An Imagined Room and View
A quick sketch I did tonight with my recently found pastel pencils…of a view I’d had in mind for awhile from my imagination…and I am not sure what kind of flowers these are; let me know—they have felt necessary—first time seeing this view of mine in color on paper. I am still envisioning how it […]
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Not My Door, But I Got My Classic and My Bright Bookmark
I finished reading Villette by Charlotte Bronte (1853) last night, felt I could remain within its mists even after the book ended, a ponderous read that I feel safe within… I took these photos on the spot yesterday early afternoon walking around after reading, was still in the middle of Villette. 📷 … Not My […]
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“Who Knew”
Calm, I knew well, interlocked, entwined with mine. Superior, yet open always…first, that certain pale blue, the expansiveness that is close, contentment…Trust, feel safe with my soul-friend; I’d heard from others you looking down often, none of your little news, and mostly I’ve been looking up since I would look, meet both places, eyes meet […]
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A Serenade by Ameen Rihani
May 1, 2022 a poem for waking up…anytime A Serenade by Ameen Rihani b. Nov. 24, 1876 from Myrtles and Myrrh (1905) The moon hath said her sad good-bye, My sleeping queen; And all the stars are wondering why Thou art unseen. Behold! abashed, they take to flight, As through the casement breaks thy light. […]
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“A Villanelle for the Times”
You might remember when I was writing a villanelle poem, wanting to try another traditional form, as I’d written my first ghazal at the time and a sonnet, but I didn’t like the draft or that particular form for the idea. I transformed that villanelle into a ghazal, and I was happy with that latest […]
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“A Ghazal for When I’d Known I Shouldn’t Try to Give You The Sun”
Enjoy my second ghazal poem I wrote, just complete. You can listen to me reading it aloud…and read it on the page. My first ghazal was “This Ring.” A Ghazal for When I’d Known I Shouldn’t Try to Give You the Sun I am standing far below the sun in gold and I am star-following the best […]
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Spa Time at Home and a Couple of Phrases to Mend
Feb. 11, ’22, needs improvement 🙂 March 22, ’22 I have taken out my newly-written ghazal poem (on my laptop) ‘tho I’d first thought it might still be too hot to my touch but it wasn’t and was ready to read. Reading it aloud I can see it is almost complete, but just one line […]