The Quiet One

What's next - snowflakes

Brr... It's been chiily not warm this past week. A few patron who came in today , pretty much said the same comment. "It feels like winter." Actually according to Mom, there was a patch of frost on the roof when she got up. Considering  when I woke up around 1:30 am becaase I was cold, not surprising. Already set the heat at 60 for tonight.

Got lucky this time and my cold was only a minor one. Did manage to type up five poems on Sunday. Please what I have so far this year. There's enough poems now I can do a printing session on Wednesday. Oh yes that rocks. As for the photography, nothing really new. Blame that on my cold and the rainy weather we been having. Guess I'll have to come up with something.

New poems

Enjoy!

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Why should I love you
            as the day seeps more into Spring?

I don’t know.

Rather have the imperfect love,
cracked and slipping from the house
and won’t be cried over- 
                            with one word misspoken.

But the always “However”
Comes with your arms, embracing and holding me.
Like a lost child who’s been found.
Even though -

she ran to the dark of the  moon
and hid.

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Naturally, the rain brings color to the driveway
And the heart wants to call it a map instead.

It’s autumn, so the colors are bittersweet
Though they don’t know the taste of the feel of it.
Even all the blues around me are turning more
into a their darker selves as the sun turns inward for winter.
There will be one shade of blue, turing into night
with the whites stars waiting for me to lead them.

A flurry of red leaves speckled the driveway now.
How easy is it to kill and not to kill.

With my eyes  counting each of the red leaves in a circle
The clock strikes against the number three for the day.
What could have I done, watching the noon news.
Knowing all I could do was really shut it off and hope

Rainy day and new leaves

It always amazes me, how fast the leaves all suddenly fill in the empty spaces. I woke up this morning and wow! The trees have colors again which was more dramatic with grey sky and falling rain.Yes, I should have taken a picture but it was one those morning where I could slept for another hour. At these the new leaves will have some much needed rain to help them fill in some more. Might be a rainy week and I'm in the  mood for that.

Still waiting for the hummingbird to show up, last year they came today. Not this year. There has been a report from one the library's patrons of a fawn already. Poor thing, it must cold today with the chilly day. I'm hoping for this one doe to leave her fawn in the side yard. Got some cute pictures and yes, when the mother is gone. I do keep an eye on the fawn for her.

New leaves

Oh course the new leaves have to be near the top of the tree. So got very lucky with the photo, there was a bit of wind too! Another week, there will plenty of leaves to take pictures of.  All we need up here, is a good dose of rain. A tab too dry right now. Rainy days are good too, curl with book and a cup of tea if you are home.

Another sign of spring, is a move the desk away from the window. Wish I didn't have to but too many little annoying insects seem to find their way. Then they like to hang around by the desk lamp.

So here I sit at the computer, with windows open. Stereo is playing Gary Wright's "Love is Alive" I should add that to my iTunes list. I'm debating if I should type a batch of poems or revises a few more. I'll decide later.

Back on the Gateway computer

Well, it wasn't my Gateway's fault that it couldn"t handle the internet. It was Verizon DSL up here that was having a problem. It's clearly fix now, hopefully it stays that way. There's a small part of me who doesn't want to go to the cable internet route just now. So tonight typing on the Gateway to do this post. Do I miss the iMac, Oh yes! However, this computer needs some attention too.  I think the reason why I was doing so good on the iMac with the slowdown, was I was running both the ethernet and wireless coonecton at the same time.  So why everybody was complaining about the slowness, I was watching youtube.

Yes I didn't score any brownie points with a few more coworker who use the same Dsl.

Another wondeful warm day, which brought out the wretched mayflies too. Still no hummingbirds either. Another week or two I have think about moving the desk away from the window. Just get too many bugs by the windows and they always manage to find their way back in too!

Now there's a chill in the air right now, think I have shut the fan off now. Later I'll type up some poems.

Cursed at -

Today I cursed at the few snowflakes that fell this morning. Normally I would smile at them as they drift down.

Not this time!

Winter is really hanging around this year. Right now it's about 27F, Brrr and Ugh!! All week it has been cold as it never really went above 40F. I'm at the point to think that Winter has locked Spring in a dungeon. 

Next month is the NaPoWriMo challenge and this year, I not doing it. Half the poems I write for it get deleted anyway. So not wasting my energy and besides, lately I've stopping visiting poetry blogs. I just don't really care for the poetry that's been published lately.  There's something missing from the poems. Sorta like a sense of magic is missing from them or a spark of life.

Oh course I don't write the easiest poem to read either. In fact the only poetry I read on a blog is Sharon's . Lately I've been adding some artist's blogs to the roll. Maybe that's why I have been happy with my poetry lately. I've step back into my little quiet world, writing only for this I and not the rest of the world.

New poem for spring

Just finished typing this, couldn't  wait until tomorrow to post it..

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Spring -
      must come in as a wild woman.

For in the heat of her passion for life
is damning those for thinking her as a gentlewoman.
While all the others, grateful to be in her bed.
Do they sell their soul under the full moon too?

She must be part of the Devil’s chain.
For God sends a white lamb for Easter
and in the truth, she reins for the whole season.
But why cause grief to the unseen and untouchable?
It’s not his fault, it’s human to make a mistake.
And human, he truly is and she-

One curl of power, coiling with the heat.
Taking another lover to her warm night bed.
Then leaving corpse to feed the worms.

Oh course, Spring will die -
in the grasp of Summer’s hand at her throat.
Has he not seen his mother do the same?

However, in the coldness of the grave.
She’ll be born again, wanting nothing but passion
and in that wild passion.

Spring kills Winter
and his warm blood warm the earth.

Rainy day for Wednesday

It's one those rainy days, where one never feels quiet awake. Oh course, staying up until 12 am to work on a spring poem, doesn't help the either.

So it's rain for today and not snow. There's only two patches of snow left in the yard. The trees outside my windows, all getting bigger buds. In few weeks, leaves will altered the skyline once again.  The sound of the wind will also change, there are days where I feel a feel the energy of it and then wonder what it's trying to tell me. After some much white staring at me this past winter. I'm looking forward to green, knowing by August.

I'll be hating it.

So last night I work on a poem about Spring. Declaring that Spring should be a wild woman. It's funny, I wrote the first and last lines of it last. The middle part, will it never came intil this week. Quite please with it so far, just have to type it out after this. Also another have another poem that needs my attention and I wonder if I can read my handwriting too. Wrote just before going to bed on Monday.

The artwork above was originally a photo of another artwork. Then I took some oil pastel to it and took macro photos of it. I didn't really care for the pink part and tried to tone it down. But in the end, it did work out.

Snowflakes and tree buds

Ah! I notice today that trees buds are finally getting bigger, despite the snowflakes that fell today. Still looking for a robin. The bears might be starting to wake up too. Today the sun set at 7pm, if it wasn't such a cold windy day I would taken a walk.

Yes Spring almost here. Only eight days away.

Hopefully by then, the media will be another subject besides Spitzer. All I'm going say about that is, some guys clearly need to put on a male chastity belt before leaving for work. Yes they do exist! I did a little search before. Tempted to say more but certain things are best written to a locked diary.

Ok new poems.

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If there’s fog
pouring into this world.

Does this mean?
the sun is tired of us.

Or has my wish
for total peace has come true.

And this - is his hand
finally smothering us.

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There is a use of lying in a bed   
I’m counting the clouds, all rolling by as a sheet.
And somebody forgot to cut out the snowflakes.

Pity the afternoon clouds-
not enough colors to catch your face.
This mind’s photos is too perfect
and I all I want to do,

is recurve those sad eyes into a life.

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Apology -

Will be consider, against
the words it was craft with.
Then from the distant
of your heart from the truth.

And if the smile of another
sings to this heart.

It's so wonderful!!!

I was standing by the kitchen window, it was going for quarter to 7 and there was plenty of sunlight out there.  Now if we can just get rid of the word snow from the forecast. Yes that word still hanging around. Grrr!!! Well it's only 11 day till Spring!

I never really got around to typing the poems, I did another poetry related thing. I have a speedsheet where I keep track of the poems I've finished. Well that never got transfered over to the iMac using the Numbers program from iWorks. Well it was a mixed success on transfering it. There so many varibles on who causing the mixed results, so no finger will be pointed. I'm just going make a new template and start new.

Sorry for the lack of photos, really nothing photograph right now.