I had a dream about yoga last night, but I don’t remember the dream, just the subject. It’s been a yoga night: I replace my unremembered dream with another photo I took of yoga tonight. What did I do today? Watch me actually answer that: I completed a sonnet that was thought to be complete,…… Continue reading Last Night’s Dream I Had About Yoga
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My Story Behind “Jasmine and Jewels”
The still life painting, “Jasmine and Jewels” I completed, I’d been working on around the time of the medieval poet, Rumi’s birthday at the end of September from a sketch I’d drawn maybe weeks before. I’d shared a couple of favorite poems Rumi had written near his birthday, Sept. 30th ’21, and the first one…… Continue reading My Story Behind “Jasmine and Jewels”
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 🙂
A Rightfully Edna’s Moon Celebration
This blog, Blush of Dawn’s ”original re-start up poet,” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Maine, New England-born author, b. Feb. 22, 1892 celebrates a Pisces moon today! (And I, too share this remembered moon.) 🌜 Just in time as the moon will soon move to Aries, I will share a favorite poem of hers from ones…… Continue reading A Rightfully Edna’s Moon Celebration
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!
Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud
Let’s just do words, no pictures today. 😊 The new book I began is incredibly good, by the author Ameen Rihani I’d discovered listed as one of the very few of May Ziadeh’s literary colleagues (or of people she knew in general) who had helped get her out of the horrific mental asylum in Lebanon…… Continue reading Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud
The Excitement of Things You Already Have: #3 Space and Simplicity
Emptied big container that I didn’t need there…felt the lift of a burden, the space open and air flow. Added many cans to my pantry and packed two durable bags ready for donation drive. Wiped away tiny white paint splatters from a past paint session easily off the floor, came off with water, can also…… Continue reading The Excitement of Things You Already Have: #3 Space and Simplicity
The Latest Draft of My Sonnet Is Being Guarded with Seriousness
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
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
Let The Literary Salon Begin…
Let the literary salon begin with heavenly host, May… Announcements: I had a post series in mind and yet as I’d review it I would see the other poets had already had positive expressions after their critics’ criticisms on this blog. I’ve often be a little unintentionally careless with the poet Rumi, sometimes having deleted…… Continue reading Let The Literary Salon Begin…
Farewell, My Dear Strawberries and A New View
I said farewell to my strawberry plants yesterday afternoon.😢(They had a rough time in my care, even if I’d tried.) I’d blessed them with the sign of the cross and then upon myself for equal empathy, with a word of comfort and goodbye as I went back inside….I also took down the hooks with the…… Continue reading Farewell, My Dear Strawberries and A New View
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
And The Moon’s Shiny Tonight
It’s the Moon! You know it. A song came on my shuffle today, think my own Christmas thought, save it in my mind for a future post, keeping my hands off the blog, and then quickly check social media late that night to see Britney Spears has posted a Christmas picture. 🎄 I take a…… Continue reading And The Moon’s Shiny Tonight
Peeko’s “Troix Romances Without Words,” Wellness, and My Listenings
I am off social media for a little time and ease into my projects with plenty of rest…there are post ideas piled up yet saved to come, a second post to the “What The Critics Said” series, autumn trees close to photoing, could be me too, and more. I painted this morning and the painting…… Continue reading Peeko’s “Troix Romances Without Words,” Wellness, and My Listenings
(Audio) My Prose Poetry Dedication for May Ziadeh Read Aloud Today Along with Two Poems by May Translated by Me
Tuesday, Oct 12, 2021 for May Ziadeh b. Feb 11, 1886 d. October, 17, 1941 I wrote this poetic letter in appreciation of the poet May Ziadeh who was greatly revered for her poems, prose, essays, translations, and speeches in Lebanon and Egypt during her life, b. Feb 11, 1886. She ran her famous literary…… Continue reading (Audio) My Prose Poetry Dedication for May Ziadeh Read Aloud Today Along with Two Poems by May Translated by Me
Peeko’s Own Post on His Moon
Peeko has a moon of his own in Scorpio, and he may also know it. He prefers to represent himself by himself, yet I will tell the back story. A package note implementation of policy for residents was in my email the other day in which I found amusing this politely toned warning (and the…… Continue reading Peeko’s Own Post on His Moon
What The Critics Said and What That Might Mean To You: Rumi
Ah, refreshment, and fixings. 😊And then comes a pause for reflection… It’s a Libra moon currently 🌒and so I will start with the section I wrote about Rumi, and who was also chronologically the first poet discovered by me of these. From medieval Persia born in the 13th century, September 30, 1207, and best-selling poet…… Continue reading What The Critics Said and What That Might Mean To You: Rumi
Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetry—No, she wasn’t the mom in ‘A Daughter Says’ in Moonflower (2018), that poem’s situation was fictional, but she was very featured in ‘Renaissance’, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
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
Blush of Dawn 