Onward to bluer skies...

Wow, I haven't posted in a long time ... and I had forgotten about this first attempt at a blog! What a difference a few years makes ... come join me at my new blog home:

http://sun-flowery.blogspot.com/

A touch of Frost...

The Master Speed

by Robert Frost

No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have speed far greater. You can climb
Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
And back through history up the stream of time.
And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
But in the rush of everything to waste,
That you may have the power of standing still-
Off any still or moving thing you say.
Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar

Now join your hands, and with your hands your heart.

~ William Shakespeare

a song for summer...

The sun reflected in
The back of my eye.
I knocked my head against the sky.

The dragonflies are busy buzzing me.
A seahorse as if we were in the sea.

Half way from coal
Half way from diamond.
My fall knocked a mean chip out of me.
Gathering as far as I can reach.
Perched up on a precipice
And this is what I've seen.

This is all I want,
It's all I need.
This is all I am.
This is all I want,
It's all I need.

A bluejay hectors from the felled Catalpa tree.
Doctorate in science and a theologians dream

The dragonflies are trying to lecture me.
The seahorses as if we were in the sea.

But this is all I want,
It's all I need.
This is all I am,
It's everything.
This is all I want,
It's all I need.

Beat a drum for me
Like a butterfly wing.
Tropical storm across the ocean.

But don't explain I'm sure I'll want to know
Don't forget we're just half way from coal.

This is all I want,
It's all I need.
This is all I am,
It's everything.
This is all I want,
It's all I need.

(lyrics to 'Beat a Drum' by R.E.M.)

silly fun blogthings... through the eyes of a child

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

How Is Your Inner Child?

finding ourselves...

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

~
Poem: maggie and milly and molly and may
(by e e cummings)

of love and poetry...

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
by, Emily Dickinson


"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He's Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—