tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61439988697184886942024-03-05T22:00:06.833-08:00Invalid's WorkshopA description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-561101973510049322022-12-29T21:57:00.000-08:002022-12-29T21:57:34.328-08:00THE COMPOSITION OF ONE<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneIG_0nDlm_pCP7ubLMx6Rfn6MAHJ7yUmlpICVrM_Widf5BJE7UvRdd3mf_NOsHw4ybKayN5D4isYIA2816L_OAjsEDtT7aj86pMaE1tsYdFRVlEM9raRLJUWQDAq8TptD_C2kQjulOpyC15RVZM-J7QXgrxFZryoTlxH9c1A8zfubLyVx8DxHodFIg/s2365/image_50370817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2365" data-original-width="2205" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneIG_0nDlm_pCP7ubLMx6Rfn6MAHJ7yUmlpICVrM_Widf5BJE7UvRdd3mf_NOsHw4ybKayN5D4isYIA2816L_OAjsEDtT7aj86pMaE1tsYdFRVlEM9raRLJUWQDAq8TptD_C2kQjulOpyC15RVZM-J7QXgrxFZryoTlxH9c1A8zfubLyVx8DxHodFIg/w373-h400/image_50370817.JPG" width="373" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Up? Down? How</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Does one tell time</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> When time is done?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> An end undone or</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Begun in infinity--</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Divinity calls, even from<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Faces fixed in walls.<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-34634877483543178752022-04-28T02:12:00.003-07:002022-04-30T03:20:20.107-07:00 Wings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uwWyyLxEPMyWaisI0QEv4-eSpvg8wVRjG5cOiIZMP7jrzxhzsGftOKabmx-wo6omgDyOQlH8nhEjbnRwVxOkO2_tVvenTEiIakJa65511k-PX27mnzllX74eh5iXll87Ux1ctD8peJOQtZbihl1Yd7xEoNKDa5Bebiu4HYpOM6Uqq-rqXzriEvfxDg/s212/wings.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="119" data-original-width="212" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uwWyyLxEPMyWaisI0QEv4-eSpvg8wVRjG5cOiIZMP7jrzxhzsGftOKabmx-wo6omgDyOQlH8nhEjbnRwVxOkO2_tVvenTEiIakJa65511k-PX27mnzllX74eh5iXll87Ux1ctD8peJOQtZbihl1Yd7xEoNKDa5Bebiu4HYpOM6Uqq-rqXzriEvfxDg/w640-h359/wings.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Geodoodle</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Our dreams fill with light,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Miracles, fear, darkness,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Noise, joys, sorrows of</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Waking at tomorrows </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Relit in night where ball-</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lightning gets us biddable</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">And living skies anoint </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">New lives --a plenum,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">A focal point in thunder</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tells us where to run</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Under shelter --a heart melter</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">From about and above</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Teaching us to be in love.<br /></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-4141786498370305642022-01-16T14:51:00.049-08:002022-01-16T17:49:23.159-08:00OUTSIDE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZNtx7o1ZfrzlXvW5909BfGdOiyMe7Qa-EQQpqpAYkt8YL5vzd1zVi6rLPhm804wYdT040MLC-OItCyyOwfrYiT8NH7LvEwVEh6hflpGL427medmpyg1AZD1cf_8QR4WSytcjGQ_m_N2uxEJOcyVZKHWme98DeJE-2JDxT5cQYP5pM4X21kAa8bDj1Kw=s634" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="634" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZNtx7o1ZfrzlXvW5909BfGdOiyMe7Qa-EQQpqpAYkt8YL5vzd1zVi6rLPhm804wYdT040MLC-OItCyyOwfrYiT8NH7LvEwVEh6hflpGL427medmpyg1AZD1cf_8QR4WSytcjGQ_m_N2uxEJOcyVZKHWme98DeJE-2JDxT5cQYP5pM4X21kAa8bDj1Kw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Confusion of wind,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ice and rain reflect a brawl</span> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Inside the brain. Strange, </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mind declines in fracas. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And even stranger, </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Plenum makes mind, bone,</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flesh skirmish inside alone.<br /></span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><p> </p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-29434183329213109542021-11-03T02:54:00.000-07:002021-11-03T02:54:34.062-07:00Resolution Of Two Interrupted Directions <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I inscribe this poem --brief as it is-- to a favorite composer, whose life overlapped mine in the late 1950s, Marie-Joseph Cantaloube de Maleret. I call it Resolution of At least Two Directions. Hopefully afterward I can find a clip of his wonderful composition.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEPBAMQ8kEBuyEuooNfsvrcJS-6-TARKCi5dhHidMhrjJFhRdeG0XKdB07yehQZsW68BQlAU6hr9ViPz2OFktHTI7LlcFtUTpQAk_kSkwOOh0HnOSJ90kppK7OQDbqgL8I9VH-SY1T7zz/s615/dvhpKk3By3GtO5RpVuRbeD1RKxabMo2WbINZN14kRBLU-A6V7A2OoNXiX3Ho.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="461" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEPBAMQ8kEBuyEuooNfsvrcJS-6-TARKCi5dhHidMhrjJFhRdeG0XKdB07yehQZsW68BQlAU6hr9ViPz2OFktHTI7LlcFtUTpQAk_kSkwOOh0HnOSJ90kppK7OQDbqgL8I9VH-SY1T7zz/w480-h640/dvhpKk3By3GtO5RpVuRbeD1RKxabMo2WbINZN14kRBLU-A6V7A2OoNXiX3Ho.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Guess I remembered it because, in my 1950s brain I decided "b" was an upside down </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">"p"</span>. Still do... Poem:</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <b><i>Cannot climb</i></b><i> <b>only from hard to soft</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b> Or ladder leading only aloft... </b></i><b>Song: </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sQRuNNfgjOM" width="320" youtube-src-id="sQRuNNfgjOM"></iframe></div>Please stay connected, dreaming, thoughtful.We need each other.<br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-90431509251643289382021-10-15T16:59:00.001-07:002021-10-15T19:48:45.549-07:00Confusing Week<h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MyfCKzkIM-7-dmvsfILCAaWvj6gNqSIKgU71TwRQLsd49a4JTrPOSqYGBjLdWChuivOOu7dh3flsvAVQ0VlTkPJ8GTrHo9fKjQspueg8S0xUIWO7W3S2ZQLfkW7VSu1wpht12YEigJpI/s367/camel%252C+public+domain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="367" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8MyfCKzkIM-7-dmvsfILCAaWvj6gNqSIKgU71TwRQLsd49a4JTrPOSqYGBjLdWChuivOOu7dh3flsvAVQ0VlTkPJ8GTrHo9fKjQspueg8S0xUIWO7W3S2ZQLfkW7VSu1wpht12YEigJpI/s320/camel%252C+public+domain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Some weeks are sorely challenged: <br /></span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Social misunderstandings about events</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">That are not my call, long drawn-out</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Problems about pharmacy authorization,</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Time wasted worried on our toxic </span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Divided nation all combine in a</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sign-on headline that reared up today:</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">"... Everything You Know About Cheese is Wrong"</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Du fromage, does not quite rhyme with age,</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">Or milk massaged from compliant mammals--</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">To curds compressed in a mold --it is true,</span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">I am too old for this, as is cheese, and you.<br /></span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;">**************************************************<br /></span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></h1><h1 class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Note: Really wanted to find a rhyme for "mammals". Couldn't, so I added a photo of a camel.</i><br /></span></h1><div class="hmjyd8t" data-cy="parsed-headline" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span> </div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-45341327701070199522021-08-31T00:11:00.001-07:002021-08-31T00:18:25.440-07:00Remembering Her<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsZgXpIK6IQfbHvH1o4_XYbkDJ1hpyoC3AmnTl95vU-xOqyfPkGSAIpvLB3D8-clyuX804O31El0YnBeNh0EsPUzosi5oM9P7ocryGZPSE6EtK3A-xs51JqSXkZJacfFhdHWV__Ne0mTX/s194/0INYsMJubM6RgOY-t0_Dk27Yy-y3eAI0JddlJsfdJoBSAp_VItnnGmjmAHK9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="155" data-original-width="194" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsZgXpIK6IQfbHvH1o4_XYbkDJ1hpyoC3AmnTl95vU-xOqyfPkGSAIpvLB3D8-clyuX804O31El0YnBeNh0EsPUzosi5oM9P7ocryGZPSE6EtK3A-xs51JqSXkZJacfFhdHWV__Ne0mTX/w188-h151/0INYsMJubM6RgOY-t0_Dk27Yy-y3eAI0JddlJsfdJoBSAp_VItnnGmjmAHK9.jpg" width="188" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: x-large;">I have lost my mind.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">How careless of me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">So going back among bits</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Of memory, winged underway,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm 5 years old in the kitchen</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Complaining to my mother --</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Having misplaced something...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I forget, but hear her voice:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Think of the last place you</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Remember using it, then look</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">There." --and I am whole again.<br /></span></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-4417645551088512342021-03-01T22:35:00.014-08:002021-03-08T22:51:07.316-08:00Rain On Summer Snowflake<div class="separator"><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="517" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPN8heWZI34tVKc5EVv81kYAqkdZVpfCmr_IX96fLbfZrB521UnYsuXQHhpiTw8xHlLGX-yS7_mSbTGu4G76yLktXDpiF1GjZpvhb1-V9G9cVxpdSD5kg6FC76kNY4FWOh9pan-YwaZvx/w400-h266/aaaaaaasummersnowflake.jpg" width="400" /> </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rain on Summer Snowflake flowers</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gathers through the hours -- yes,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We heard it on our backporch roof</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">But unless we go outside for proof,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We must pursue an indoor truth: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Divide by season, calendar days,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Moments where we must be --but</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There are no fractions of infinity. </span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-75858844299721097912021-01-12T01:02:00.000-08:002021-01-12T01:02:37.775-08:00Word: Ailurophile=Cat Lover<div style="text-align: left;">As a true aficionado of Stella Gibbons’ <i class="italic">Cold Comfort Farm</i> (1932), I couldn't resist captioning this Normaphoto after the wondrous character, Aunt Ada Doom: '‘Twas a
burning noonday, sixty-nine years ago. And me no bigger than a
titty-wren. And I saw something na(sty in the woodshed)."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4HZxTziSeKdNQWnwnrrGA7a_ZzOnWh1nFt-oJQXOWCGclvuXcjxhrdxtX4Zt5jj4K4gl23aw1ihTiGHQsC8zg5j5JByc4nLOCQMKQCbhz0SUpKSKa8PKvwdgVLV74mwtTCbqDSKj1GPf/s481/ada.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4HZxTziSeKdNQWnwnrrGA7a_ZzOnWh1nFt-oJQXOWCGclvuXcjxhrdxtX4Zt5jj4K4gl23aw1ihTiGHQsC8zg5j5JByc4nLOCQMKQCbhz0SUpKSKa8PKvwdgVLV74mwtTCbqDSKj1GPf/w638-h640/ada.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Much as I would like to do a doodle of Aunt Ada's titty-wren, midnight has passed and my powers submit to curfew. So instead, I'll submit for your consideration another word: Pyroclastic. Pyroclastic is an adjective applied to volcanic gasses, poisonous smoke, lava and heinous chunks sucked off the roof of Perdition to spew and spread destruction, death and fear over the surface of Earth. Lately, this word has gained use as a gerund, pyroclasting political tantrums in a capitol once dedicated to government by discussion --to sanity.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And, before bed, while I'm at it, I call upon political parties to accord others courtesy. Cats of all persuasions have intense common interests. Y'think humans might keep up? <br /></span></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-38807262039289262812020-11-24T21:46:00.000-08:002020-11-24T21:46:08.260-08:00Davy Crockett Coincidence<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9GIexfoXm45dAmj3Gu2ufrKV6a15kvz-KaUjEcwGkF489O1af9CMAzoCpxCKnM8CxeqvLNjGumBzpg6fSlsZhFjx8rZFInC_cbUvHFs9AW5LgytMFgcIHnX79EZJbFOeFzPQZ8FM2BQn/s699/ajoeyinstallation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="699" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9GIexfoXm45dAmj3Gu2ufrKV6a15kvz-KaUjEcwGkF489O1af9CMAzoCpxCKnM8CxeqvLNjGumBzpg6fSlsZhFjx8rZFInC_cbUvHFs9AW5LgytMFgcIHnX79EZJbFOeFzPQZ8FM2BQn/w400-h323/ajoeyinstallation.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I had a racoon hat</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That recovered and</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Returned to the wild.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I was an unusual child,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Like other selves, left</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Our narrow lanes and<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Consorted with elves,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fell out of our brains.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">What, you too? Thought</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So: let us, you and </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I, together go --adventure</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Awaits, of that I'm sure. </span><br /></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-5133988771802978292020-10-24T21:19:00.001-07:002020-10-28T00:56:11.289-07:00Fall Light<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK29j7sEFOpeC7lmWDLEP-RykPtlwgQ5ExdUadHyOnp7q7h7ahiArlMuI2PjkNZex_7mSV40raBQjpJOxXpS8g5gAPYR3wcY076Goj94qrjTUkKcoAtO3CU_oNLofQh5W5-w42EyZBrOme/s648/falllight.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="648" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK29j7sEFOpeC7lmWDLEP-RykPtlwgQ5ExdUadHyOnp7q7h7ahiArlMuI2PjkNZex_7mSV40raBQjpJOxXpS8g5gAPYR3wcY076Goj94qrjTUkKcoAtO3CU_oNLofQh5W5-w42EyZBrOme/w640-h478/falllight.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Fall light turns summer</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gently away and wards</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Scalding days off our</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poor yard's woody end.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">From a shaded clearing</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are hearing herons</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Overhead, and falling</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Leaves sail lower flight</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In susurrus spreading<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Under hushed fall light. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <br /></span></div>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-87614438799179411822020-10-14T22:49:00.001-07:002020-10-14T23:46:08.554-07:00Geometry of Indivisibility<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p> (Sunflower and Marigolds from Norma's Garden)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SfwMhQRXRuibdOVjmiuIHICNICc3qR8iOvbrloihU4F6eVjpG36-Y-K6W2tw1MUY09rq0qEbM7B0Us0Z9JS8MvqyDBZxbCy3u-BxAKJBHC6dcHLLfBqrVigdUj9N93lBwvvgFPOmCJWX/s593/sunflower%252Cmarigolds.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="443" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SfwMhQRXRuibdOVjmiuIHICNICc3qR8iOvbrloihU4F6eVjpG36-Y-K6W2tw1MUY09rq0qEbM7B0Us0Z9JS8MvqyDBZxbCy3u-BxAKJBHC6dcHLLfBqrVigdUj9N93lBwvvgFPOmCJWX/w299-h400/sunflower%252Cmarigolds.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Circle unbroken, we</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Woke into an arc, continued</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A whole turn and </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Learned each word</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Reaches for the next.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The text endures.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It is yours and is, for me,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mysterious, true.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It surrounds me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It loves you.<br /></span></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br /></span></p><p></p>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-85781696234605163352020-08-26T18:21:00.001-07:002020-08-26T18:21:58.501-07:00Out Of August<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="388" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQbef1aFrNvN-tLMYIb0lopczgQEdRUG49ExWke3_swbcoNImUMoV4e3WqbtpEmxTvcxEyjPfAJbpGJiiX2WuJl02ZCizJqHdkJsst_0DgYfMPx0AFJc-U32B7lz-9JqXrTSM7Xo4we-R/s400/dontforgettolaugh.jpg" width="298" /></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">She just now sent this</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">From the kitchen entitled </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"Don't Forget To Laugh"--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">One of many yearly </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"Veggieportaits" she </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Uses to lure me out of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">August, awful month except</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">For so many loved ones'</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Birthdays, harvests, stunning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Flavors but hot as...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, who can complain as</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Garden deliriants obtain? </span><br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-74816621889411401782020-06-26T14:38:00.000-07:002020-06-26T14:49:58.011-07:00Homonyms Or Homophones?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlm1KeutYuA0BI1iFnuF8Ed9qIjQj5YsU0dTyRoRLaw9mwhGiYBYYz0rgVmX_eqEdnm4EKaYAvqS4EeOxVd-7-Bs31Z-hvtnBnp3XsoAWQmNX5YlbLhhd2h44vb_E8B3gr-0cK72yoIJC/s1600/nasa+stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1041" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlm1KeutYuA0BI1iFnuF8Ed9qIjQj5YsU0dTyRoRLaw9mwhGiYBYYz0rgVmX_eqEdnm4EKaYAvqS4EeOxVd-7-Bs31Z-hvtnBnp3XsoAWQmNX5YlbLhhd2h44vb_E8B3gr-0cK72yoIJC/s320/nasa+stars.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">In music, in thought, we find</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The mind entails a notion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of all things and the</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mind entails an ocean</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of all things...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mJn20CE7kRePAxDndDcis-JYu-boVvaWOvdwlFaEehA1BJ4vkkQUXaQH8JTPF4jJC3fVSriYWmICRa5Es3GTYYS80W3aH0EuTLBuVINz_hyTAWpyu_5R_ByegJ_AW-KBtGNKGkRAouOV/s1600/david+ocean.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mJn20CE7kRePAxDndDcis-JYu-boVvaWOvdwlFaEehA1BJ4vkkQUXaQH8JTPF4jJC3fVSriYWmICRa5Es3GTYYS80W3aH0EuTLBuVINz_hyTAWpyu_5R_ByegJ_AW-KBtGNKGkRAouOV/s320/david+ocean.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="font-size: large;"> ...as does the</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pacific as our star leans</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Into sunset , where life,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Language bring an ocean </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And notion to mean</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Much the same thing. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-47683277126887149322020-05-26T16:25:00.000-07:002020-05-26T22:53:39.947-07:00Oh Dear<i><span style="font-size: large;">I have just now written a grampa poem based on perusal of photo-archives and remembered stories from relatives. It could be a ballad if I could rhyme things oftener, but I'm happy with it. Hope you are too. --Geo.</span></i><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZBArPA7WXJOVwS2Nhqhk82CJZLK_DFKsSnxrnZ_vQpE9wEefrdD2O-FF_PJEmB5qU6l1BjUQuSyQd3rPBWs8k22LsHfZWNMOAv7IewLJ0LZrZkE40gx1hipJZbRZxiQdj6FWtwfcXmIa/s1600/sf1906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZBArPA7WXJOVwS2Nhqhk82CJZLK_DFKsSnxrnZ_vQpE9wEefrdD2O-FF_PJEmB5qU6l1BjUQuSyQd3rPBWs8k22LsHfZWNMOAv7IewLJ0LZrZkE40gx1hipJZbRZxiQdj6FWtwfcXmIa/s640/sf1906.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Oh dear, what shall</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I do, and what good will</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">It do when I do it?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Grampa took a train</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">As far as he could,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hired a boat by the bay.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">He made his way through</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Thoroughfares, Bedlam,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Where squares became</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Parallelograms --in defeat,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Buildings lunged onto streets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">He found my great aunt Ann,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And likewise uncle Joe,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Gave them cash, food, wine.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">So they got though it fine.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Grampa was a good man,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">As angels grade themselves.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">He never spoke of his good works</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Then died when I was twelve. </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-7332535157841742692020-04-30T22:05:00.000-07:002020-05-01T11:40:50.922-07:00Time Travel Poem: My failure to Capture Billy The Kid.<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">(To Norma)</span></i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9wT7-9HDmCYp3z1aGuRuV0quAjATyI9OnUzTfpWzm4Bdvs92LfNtcKEdiCITD9XMVI9R5TXI3vvQGPmHiYKOwN_Q-Z0EAbuGR32WqnEGzyB2CmKxrmaV_GCa4CrRTTDKpmdA7NUbPHN-/s1600/septgeo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="266" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9wT7-9HDmCYp3z1aGuRuV0quAjATyI9OnUzTfpWzm4Bdvs92LfNtcKEdiCITD9XMVI9R5TXI3vvQGPmHiYKOwN_Q-Z0EAbuGR32WqnEGzyB2CmKxrmaV_GCa4CrRTTDKpmdA7NUbPHN-/s320/septgeo.JPG" width="153" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I stepped out of the </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pumphouse (it was a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Million o'clock in </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The morning) and drew </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The door behind me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Confused in light and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dew --I remembered you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">An early investigation</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">In this young nation of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Fields and farms: I went</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Wisely to the school- </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marm and asked, "What's</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Billy The Kid's middle name?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">You said, "A definite article."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I said, "'The?'!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">You said "Duh!" </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"How does he outrun the law?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"With a modifier --always did.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Fools everybody -- it's</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">'Billy The Other Kid'!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I said,"You're right, of course."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">As I fell off my horse but</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Did not fail to mention she</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Should return with me to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">My century as it really</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Could use her attention. </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-60224183721327652212020-01-21T21:47:00.000-08:002020-01-22T23:50:24.383-08:00Potted Olive Tree <i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Grayboy</span></i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62-XjJ1t0Tgdlx4k-qhnhWqj6YuKhjeId5DtWdP6HMZW_ssfpfMhqEjCh-8Ov5hfHK4RT9I0nd1a9xeDfXzQqahFynJCS_JwCWipa9OEL2BisbvPRedvjF17_rqWOssWEnwPXmceHJxYZ/s1600/gray2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62-XjJ1t0Tgdlx4k-qhnhWqj6YuKhjeId5DtWdP6HMZW_ssfpfMhqEjCh-8Ov5hfHK4RT9I0nd1a9xeDfXzQqahFynJCS_JwCWipa9OEL2BisbvPRedvjF17_rqWOssWEnwPXmceHJxYZ/s320/gray2.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">When day brings </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Him into learning,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Grayboy springs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Into action, attacking</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">One or another fraction</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OZOnBM2NJsurIVcG0VT0WsC0cEa2Aa_1oBROMQwUozsi6IhtOfPtOugb3j9uIJxytcxwhE6bYUdAosyarsOK6pVBQQeQ1P7jsC3VymHAJIzelK2RHs3EhZXBdxJJyzq5DowsJvf6Mphc/s1600/gray1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OZOnBM2NJsurIVcG0VT0WsC0cEa2Aa_1oBROMQwUozsi6IhtOfPtOugb3j9uIJxytcxwhE6bYUdAosyarsOK6pVBQQeQ1P7jsC3VymHAJIzelK2RHs3EhZXBdxJJyzq5DowsJvf6Mphc/s320/gray1.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Of all things, uniting </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">them, wrestling, testing </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Himself in all he sees.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">We too might learn from</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Wrestling olive trees.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxuSVTWNxH-6jz_WY12Q_kVWYDzX10ZKE9_A_6f_Xuu990uGhvaqdrgtyfBWRXDM4ie8jZtWJmH2oIRoflWSAMZkCtXKDTboUX0IMNVXj3shdozurUZeVy7jyVcnlNb3w0egO_vtHsmrH/s1600/gray3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxuSVTWNxH-6jz_WY12Q_kVWYDzX10ZKE9_A_6f_Xuu990uGhvaqdrgtyfBWRXDM4ie8jZtWJmH2oIRoflWSAMZkCtXKDTboUX0IMNVXj3shdozurUZeVy7jyVcnlNb3w0egO_vtHsmrH/s320/gray3.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-66516056341116733862019-11-15T23:21:00.000-08:002019-11-15T23:25:47.369-08:00Imagine Autumn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoQArFX3gVW1STCAtd3ov7XlKQQRgZiu-fkv64FRQJs-B6I3_zmdtjO9fFqcii3PDr3WbWx-NYGC5xvsGNaGszaSMWyFc0RF6JF6B5L0CJnrmICwok7Q1frxEKFp2q2tIg3pjUMQosLPs/s1600/fish1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="473" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoQArFX3gVW1STCAtd3ov7XlKQQRgZiu-fkv64FRQJs-B6I3_zmdtjO9fFqcii3PDr3WbWx-NYGC5xvsGNaGszaSMWyFc0RF6JF6B5L0CJnrmICwok7Q1frxEKFp2q2tIg3pjUMQosLPs/s320/fish1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">In fantasy, fish swim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Flames of the sun--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Lenses sailing light,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Twist and glide in dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">That are never done.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56MlxKoiE00DoUcS-gx5h7xV9eApDEyU5cgR5nfUvc8NXxUOBL83WoIzta7QESE7gPpEbFiRMpF-SdX5lxZHGX_a-_ASO1jascFIPvY1KuhFs8HsjF31R3prgQ38petfluCXUgoOpmYGx/s1600/fallfish2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="463" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56MlxKoiE00DoUcS-gx5h7xV9eApDEyU5cgR5nfUvc8NXxUOBL83WoIzta7QESE7gPpEbFiRMpF-SdX5lxZHGX_a-_ASO1jascFIPvY1KuhFs8HsjF31R3prgQ38petfluCXUgoOpmYGx/s320/fallfish2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSTllamE3VPqxeTZTunYxI0G1he0iTyE94hdxjgSAF2P-LulaXIUIh9aAmkvBVOaBXqRl5zndqJSWuHVEFlyS7fi27eRhmOVzkxpt-UW03NomdCdPKi3ACd7FKyy-HcEdsyFETJmy7F0j/s1600/fallfish3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSTllamE3VPqxeTZTunYxI0G1he0iTyE94hdxjgSAF2P-LulaXIUIh9aAmkvBVOaBXqRl5zndqJSWuHVEFlyS7fi27eRhmOVzkxpt-UW03NomdCdPKi3ACd7FKyy-HcEdsyFETJmy7F0j/s320/fallfish3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-48307566979000939212019-10-12T17:37:00.000-07:002019-10-16T15:09:55.530-07:00Norma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgM7AZP7yWvqq00ZLkzGCcdhCAsdDR_21cGULOvcYA7sgitYGbrkfkq8RXjfrF3Bqcr7yu_jIe5FywNGqneZBmnwIR6x3nvgicoOgVp09eBSMJyvWzt6kHXmj9aBodNgC5ylx1Jvw_hyD/s1600/autumn1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgM7AZP7yWvqq00ZLkzGCcdhCAsdDR_21cGULOvcYA7sgitYGbrkfkq8RXjfrF3Bqcr7yu_jIe5FywNGqneZBmnwIR6x3nvgicoOgVp09eBSMJyvWzt6kHXmj9aBodNgC5ylx1Jvw_hyD/s400/autumn1.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Future is at best a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dappled thing --time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dancing, light, leaves--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">That retrieves </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Starlit sky from</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Focus in early </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Westbound blur </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">On an east wall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Amnestic reel calls, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Spins where Norma is.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">A new day begins. </span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-40647537897399446642019-09-17T22:36:00.000-07:002019-09-18T17:13:29.236-07:00Late Fledgling<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPtNZ6ei9W-knDMgFnYbXING6It7Dn8vCjBID1_Na-k-8L74TwPZB4N5t4efryGsPaOfbyLf6OwYAz5QseDlZKbEH3foVaxS0SrPakpyr3PZ09ZZr630Kqyl3K2ep6U1Oim6n7R0snm1D/s1600/fledgling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="648" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPtNZ6ei9W-knDMgFnYbXING6It7Dn8vCjBID1_Na-k-8L74TwPZB4N5t4efryGsPaOfbyLf6OwYAz5QseDlZKbEH3foVaxS0SrPakpyr3PZ09ZZr630Kqyl3K2ep6U1Oim6n7R0snm1D/s320/fledgling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">She makes no sound </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And melts among colors</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Of the ground --much</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">As a memory sinks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Into the heart of me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Time passes, clouds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Roll, doves instruct </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The human soul.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-82785183496483264392019-08-07T16:11:00.000-07:002019-08-08T22:13:44.770-07:00Ductile Time Revisited<br />
<br />
<i>Nine years ago, this poem attracted one comment, from my dear
friend and grammar coach since 1965, Willie. I decided it wanted pictures, something glowy and something definitive. This is glowy:</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5vv-hP3AQZpj3BHDXemvNSRpgfpHt-oqA2RWu70rRVB159yUQ0brMn6C38NNm8DVmiOuHWqTgE9v623wgI4yABqHsbVYu3ZrMCaxh7gOQXbIfZrQKB-KAx2n6jmAoERFwfok7Ji-qiLR/s1600/glowy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5vv-hP3AQZpj3BHDXemvNSRpgfpHt-oqA2RWu70rRVB159yUQ0brMn6C38NNm8DVmiOuHWqTgE9v623wgI4yABqHsbVYu3ZrMCaxh7gOQXbIfZrQKB-KAx2n6jmAoERFwfok7Ji-qiLR/s400/glowy.JPG" width="300" /></a></i></div>
<i><br /></i>
<span style="font-size: large;">Melting points</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Make crystal relax.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">At 98 degrees,a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Human may be</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Drawn like a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A wave over years.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tungsten takes 6000.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dreams stream off.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Where do they go?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What current causes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Them to glow? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> ******************* </span><br />
<span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-2072247548"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6143998869718488694&postID=6361786581183467227&from=pencil" title="Edit Post">
</a>
</span>
</span>
<br />
<div class="post-footer">
<div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2">
<span class="post-labels">
</span>
</div>
<div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3">
<span class="post-location">
</span>
</div>
</div>
<div class="comments" id="comments">
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="comments"></a>
<br />
<div class="comment-block">
<div class="comment-header">
<cite class="user"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/13672263724813424429" rel="nofollow">Willie</a></cite><span class="datetime secondary-text"><a href="http://atrialinvader.blogspot.com/2010/08/ductile-time.html?showComment=1281841493976#c4456379690057629774" rel="nofollow">August 14, 2010 at 8:04 PM</a></span></div>
<div class="comment-content">
What
indeed?As we get older I used to think that wisdom from experience
would inevitably flow forth. Those two questions at the end;Where do they go?;What current causes;Them to glow?<br />
are our elders' existential 21st century "Godot"!<br />
*****************************<br />
<i>And now for something definitive:</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1789-3rzHCEiRYy5jHOCgCDthantjTpiNECrRYKE7U02AklJCb5BWxUcE9he_spXv1QY0ofTPG3EVFC7WWE2L85X_9Rrpii5ZKPWPBLHlsWKCcUjvbksYEE9iDAQl9UFnrCWRMSOLNhD/s1600/duck82.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1789-3rzHCEiRYy5jHOCgCDthantjTpiNECrRYKE7U02AklJCb5BWxUcE9he_spXv1QY0ofTPG3EVFC7WWE2L85X_9Rrpii5ZKPWPBLHlsWKCcUjvbksYEE9iDAQl9UFnrCWRMSOLNhD/s400/duck82.JPG" width="300" /></a></i></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<i></i></div>
</div>
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I introduce Monsieur Muscovy, our resident expert on all things ducktile.</span></i><br />
<br /></div>
</div>
Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-15058181837813954722019-07-26T16:28:00.000-07:002019-07-28T14:40:28.251-07:00Scene From Our Woody End<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSeiElYK5L3We_eI14bRH69XmfykCl_9lWuA8TdIIBcO-Rl6MaYuPLH38GdlZjoTm77lp-LrYbTw3hmBAPQClj3d9spKleIFQi77AgwzOThRoHeZwxHW5G53RQlyj2dPWlVXa1tGP-jiF/s1600/turkeyslide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="464" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSeiElYK5L3We_eI14bRH69XmfykCl_9lWuA8TdIIBcO-Rl6MaYuPLH38GdlZjoTm77lp-LrYbTw3hmBAPQClj3d9spKleIFQi77AgwzOThRoHeZwxHW5G53RQlyj2dPWlVXa1tGP-jiF/s640/turkeyslide.jpg" width="464" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mom monitors atop</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">An upturned canoe.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Kid skids down </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Again and again--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Wild in futurity but</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Wants authority</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Between them. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The difference</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Is clear: a mother's care</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Is always near. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">*******************</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://youtu.be/Fo5RUhuoLO4">[Click to see Cat's cat]</a></span> </span><br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-83280943027288346442019-07-11T15:11:00.000-07:002019-07-11T15:11:49.649-07:00Difference Between 9 and 69<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBXwOclfewLqw25_sT31r4tgK3XvsYeUNduLkQv-iqbUppY3KrWYpNemv4oMnSZ6wCjMHxrogOWa-gIPFWlRKhkBNXt756aehM5kwTKlzOOHRiCgyKlluIGXPvV0q3VxZUEWI4FrKuiI6/s1600/devil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBXwOclfewLqw25_sT31r4tgK3XvsYeUNduLkQv-iqbUppY3KrWYpNemv4oMnSZ6wCjMHxrogOWa-gIPFWlRKhkBNXt756aehM5kwTKlzOOHRiCgyKlluIGXPvV0q3VxZUEWI4FrKuiI6/s640/devil.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Our barns, across the creek</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">From one another --they light</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Cooking fires for their workers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">This time, it looked different:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">A luring, dancing devil daring</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Me to do something naughty--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sneak a beer or cigarette, where</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I might be found by adults with </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eyes smoldering as if fire</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Raged inside them, but now...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I am the adult, an old one too.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I still sneak off behind the barn</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">But find nothing to do.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
<br />Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-56026278140064656252019-06-20T16:26:00.000-07:002019-07-09T14:40:09.433-07:00October Beach<i><span style="font-size: large;">I first wrote this poem in </span></i><i><a href="https://atrialinvader.blogspot.com/2012/10/october.html">2009(Please click year),</a></i> <span style="font-size: large;">, <i>fiddled with it for 3 years, reduced it, then rebuilt and added into it 7 years later. </i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ten years.</i></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I hope I get some comment this time --if only because I did something different: I made it longer instead of my usual practice of reducing poems, sometimes until they vanish. The old doodle:</i></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHisKNCglXW2kmtmsC1IcvdzCK7pIZ-eByrNrGfBLtz_M1-_jPogT6_YJBkPH9EcKcln-vm0Zwj-6YVW-X6tMPQRjWxWaHTBiCfQOyHCt3xGCE7Np_6XtpTjLVDql4j5xM2c7Mqu2N2lz/s1600/ocean01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHisKNCglXW2kmtmsC1IcvdzCK7pIZ-eByrNrGfBLtz_M1-_jPogT6_YJBkPH9EcKcln-vm0Zwj-6YVW-X6tMPQRjWxWaHTBiCfQOyHCt3xGCE7Np_6XtpTjLVDql4j5xM2c7Mqu2N2lz/s400/ocean01.JPG" width="400" /></a></i></span></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i></i></span></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ocean is always in us</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Where gravity dreams,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Forces swirl seams,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Marmoreal, like love --a </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Temporal spectrum </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Pitched into light and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">All life above, below</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">We know a single moment,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">A chime unfurled in time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Its waves curl, rise, fall,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Fold and spread beyond us all,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Leaving salted air --and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">What is too far, too old</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">To see, can at least</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Be heard there. </span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-35266841309882068512019-05-25T14:22:00.000-07:002019-05-26T12:37:39.369-07:00Because Norma's Garden Speaks French...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjI0w5R1VcxwjJjzX3dKk27t9EZ0NjOtl0U9cYrmojBdhcX6LWg-eehqBBqRDpsyOHcXP1_re3gyhillTs4CY8KEoALpj-n_D9alKT8SC-nOEg0zzvt3TDI2yIrRnXicKPpe3Gf-PXHpSX/s1600/jeudi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjI0w5R1VcxwjJjzX3dKk27t9EZ0NjOtl0U9cYrmojBdhcX6LWg-eehqBBqRDpsyOHcXP1_re3gyhillTs4CY8KEoALpj-n_D9alKT8SC-nOEg0zzvt3TDI2yIrRnXicKPpe3Gf-PXHpSX/s1600/jeudi.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">There are many</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Arresting moments</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">In living, some joyous,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Some forgiving--</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Some handed to </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The precinct station</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And remanded</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">To the custody </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Of imagination. </span>Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143998869718488694.post-65961880030335692082019-05-12T15:55:00.000-07:002019-05-15T17:27:47.007-07:00 Panspychic Instruments <div class="date-posts">
<div class="post-outer">
<div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" itemprop="blogPost" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/BlogPosting">
<div class="post-header">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCYQ40oInJ-jBMaWMuybc2aO9RKhLMe0Ws3Z7YEW5ppqmsecDdW0qTowbMz4WvH54IZH7hfHsw7rcpgyCnNN6SbaH1onoU6z2y4mpuyD0bgxoHeIQKbsnL_moiscz60-s6nL87rYnH1WM/s1600/normaphoto2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCYQ40oInJ-jBMaWMuybc2aO9RKhLMe0Ws3Z7YEW5ppqmsecDdW0qTowbMz4WvH54IZH7hfHsw7rcpgyCnNN6SbaH1onoU6z2y4mpuyD0bgxoHeIQKbsnL_moiscz60-s6nL87rYnH1WM/s400/normaphoto2011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3060261616365103199" itemprop="description articleBody">
<br />
Lenses, table-top pots<br />
Stop instants--<br />
Senses trimmed in retorts<br />
Decant, tease </div>
<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3060261616365103199" itemprop="description articleBody">
Essence out of light,<br />
A cosmos out of night, all</div>
<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3060261616365103199" itemprop="description articleBody">
Creation ideating.</div>
<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3060261616365103199" itemprop="description articleBody">
You'd think a<br />
Mind that spans<br />
All time would<br />
Not change suddenly,<br />
Impose what could<br />
Be upon what was<br />
But sometimes that's<br />
All it does.
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
Geo.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com6