The Quiet One

Poetry Thursday -Jun 29

Ending of this summer day.
Insects are skimming the water.
What is left of the light,
not lost to the clouds.
Randomly catches their wings.

One does landed on this page.
Wishing to be part of this poem.
No, tap of the notebook.
It leaves, no seen mark, only
my words of this moment.
To be left in or to be let go
as the light has done with the water.

One dragonfly sitting on a rock.
Has left somewhere, flying somewhere
I catch the ending and go inside.
Then decide how to write this day.

Poetry Thursday- Jun 22

Touching things today.
Each of the surfaces, different
except down to the atoms.
Who are the same in roundness.

Not touching my life.
Dealt with it in the morning
If the light could cure,
the simplest, afflictions.

Miss the first light-
That was from God
rest from the yellow sun.
As the story was told.
From whom? me and the why.
For a substance, to fill
the spaces between the atoms.

Ice filling the world
Night is here again
No power to light the room,
one candle for a half.
Can read the words
I didn’t write with life,
yet my life glances in.

At the atom level,
we are all the same roundness.
The different fillers inside.
are causing the affliction tonight.

Poetry Thursday - Jun 15

A few poem to enjoy.

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You take the road
that's less travel.
I'll take the travel one.
For another fork
will come forth.
Then I'll slip off

If we are to meet
when the roads cross.
Let us just say "Hello,”
then travel on.

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With a change of a station
Heard the one song twice
Same song, with different feelings
In a time of an hour, changes
comes with the afternoon breeze.

Though the sky, the unchallenged blue
motionless for the afternoon
Do the geese flying across,
count as some kind of change?

No, the day remains the same
It's I, again, correcting with time
That is being notice today.
Tomorrow another day, another shift.

This could be fun

Ah I can finally sit down and type up a decent entry. Been busy with a few things and every time I think of writing up one. That night I don’t feel like typing one up. So a few things have happen.

The first one(the good one) on Sat I brought Photoshop Elements 4. Oh yea I wanted this program for awhile. But everytime I went into the store. I either forgot about it or it wasn’t there. This Sat I made a point to look for it. My computer is about 4 years old, was afraid it wouldn’t work right. It works fine. The only thing that didn’t work was Adobe Gamma Control. That’s the program that fixes your color on your monteir. I knew mine was a bit off. Well I tried it and was not happy with results. Made the color even worse. So landed up buying another monitors calbratator from Colorvision. This one is call Spyder2express. It was easy to use to install and use. Now the photos are looking a little more natural on the screen, plus when I print them out too. However the monitor is a little tab bright for me but I guess I’ll have to get use to it.

Poetry Thursday- Jun 1st

Here my two offering for Poetry Thursday. I wrote these two poems this week. A favor to ask, if you leave a comment. Please make sure you leave the right url. So on Friday I can check out your site. I'm slowly going through the list of sites. A few will be added to my Bloglines this weekend.

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The 29th of May, ends
before the day has its coat.
Knocking an hour into a speck
that was caught by my finger.

I don’t know but I know
the sun has left, leaving me
looking at the black window.
Reflecting the room’s objects.

So a night is walking before me.
Not bowing nor a hello or even
trying to claim me, alone.

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Between thunderstorm of past
and growing, The sky is gently
and is building to the point of explosion

That will never untangle
                     the fallen spider’s web.

Things must be built and torn down.
Easy fact to grasp, when the universe
is created on this cutting point.

What cut the universe from its mother?

Is beyond us in the night sky,
               who is the father of us all.
And at this quiet second.

Today fights with night, as the mixed air
becomes hazy, With clouds  stretching
into their fierce Zeus appearance.

Poetry Thursday 5/25

Never carry words
in your pockets
They jangle too much
Reminding, that you
could use them

Take the words out.
Lay them on the dresser
with the coins and dust.
And at weekend's cleaning
Count them, and celebrate
at the madness, not gain.

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Poetry Thursday 5/18

I took this when I got home from work.

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Rendering a zero
in the age of billions
No I didn't count them.
The day is 24 not 140.
Zero, a round number
a soul could buzz through
and there is no bonus points.
Slide it like a ring
its worth still empty
even if the weight is light.
How does one tell
the O from the O?
Unless zero is written
in the letters and the other O
is place at the end.
Zero, the white start
or the black end. Choose
Then walk or run, remember
to flip the nickel first.
You can't be still there
for it's turning to the one.
Motion does not know
the one word of rest.
For its motion and
with life, keeps forming
till zero is cast again
Though life, always a one.Rendering a zero
in the age of billions
No I didn't count them.
The day is 24 not 140.
Zero, a round number
a soul could buzz through
and there is no bonus points.
Slide it like a ring
its worth still empty
even if the weight is light.
How does one tell
the O from the O?
Unless zero is written
in the letters and the other O
is place at the end.
Zero, the white start
or the black end. Choose
Then walk or run, remember
to flip the nickel first.
You can't be still there
for it's turning to the one.
Motion does not know
the one word of rest.
For its motion and
with life, keeps forming
till zero is cast again
Though life, always a one.

Poetry Thursday

I just sign up for Poetry Thursday. I was going to do it last week but forgot. Lucky for me. Typepad lets me set up post a day ahead. I work from 2-8pm on Thurs and 8 pm is a little late to post something for this.

On the blue field
moon rises up
without us knowing.
Clouds streak the sky

For an afternoon
alone at the lake.
Surface mirrors the skies.
Except for the moon.

Too little of a sliver
to be catch on the surface.
The lake does catches
all the joy of the day.