A nice way to spend the afternoon.  Working on poems, drinking tea and listening to Brahms Symphony # 3

Woke up to this

How can snow be tiresome when this winter sorely lack it?  Simple -

Wake up this wonderful scene and by noon all it was gone Yes, the sad truth is, the last two days I have been waking up to a winter wonderland  and then watch it disappear. The temps are to blame. When we had cold weather, there was no snow. When there’s warm temps, the snow comes.  It’s still winter and I still would like to see one more good snowfall and for it to stick to around. But the way this winter is going, not going happen.

Sure people thinks it’s s wonderful that Spring is coming earlier. But! an earlier spring might mean an early summer too. Which in turn could mean a long blah hot summer.  My summer up here are long enough, thank you!

Also two good thing happen this week- Boss is back and I got watch Breaking Dawn pt1. I love the wedding scene, it was more the most beautiful one I seen in a long time. The transforms scene was excellent too. Kinda looking forward to the next movie. Really didn’t care for the whole Volturi plot.

I just though of something, I have been writing hay(na)ku again. Which a poetry form that was created couple years ago but sadly faded away. I should round them up and post them. They are a fun form to work with because you are only only six words. Yes, just a shame that nobody really writes them anymore. I don’t even think the creator write them anymore too. Sad.

Enjoy!!!!

*****

No weeping here – as the holy visions
are blurred and fog becomes the sweet charm.
Some needs to interview the Devil again,
my life has been ransacked and sold to a bidder.

And so, one waits on the river bank for the ferryman
not to be ferry to death but another spot in life.
Where one can’t trade for another street to cobble
together another set of mismatch years.

Snow, snow – where are you? Come!
Please enter me, I have a gold star for you
if you pave this last road sparkling white.
All wants that gold star to simple show
that the soul and heart did bow and behave.

Yes! Yes! and yes. I told the truth -

I walk the path that this heart traded
with the perfect reason of others walkers.
And yes – the sun is wonderful and the stars
do sing beautiful on a late summer night.

But the Moon and I do love to hide
          the nights grows bitter cold and long.

Yes and yes, I wrote the delicate truth -

All deck out in the oranges, yellows and the reds.
Footsteps, footsteps – not coming but will on a sunset.
Either theirs or mine will come to that point as the murderer.
And where God will say “Hello” and embrace the -

For now, wishing for the last snow
to take the road and mangle it back into
a line of perfect snow touched pines.

I don’t want to feel life anymore.

But today I stood in the sun and really felt it strength. I look at the calender and I know at the end of the month, I’ll take down all the winter stuff in the kid’s room. Then begin putting up the flower garden theme for spring and summer. I’m hoping this weekend, to start making the sun to hang from the ceiling. Then some the clouds, a moon and stars to join the sun .Oh I also have take the snow globe pattern and turn it into a fishbowl.  Hoping to have an octopus looking like it’s escaping from the bowl.  Plus a shark, mermaid and cave with  yellow eyes peering the black opening.  The kids would like that.

The Sunday Whirl group is going great. Enjoying doing the challenges, I just need the Muse to stop showing up so late at night.  But I keep writing the poems until I need recharge my batteries. Then I’ll take a break.

Was hoping to find something interesting  on my walk to snap a picture. But all the browns are boring me now!!! Did have some nice bucks in the yard yesterday. But it was getting dark and even 800 iso couldn’t get my a great picture of them.

Next week, boss comes back to work. YES!!!!!!!!!

Ok I’ll admit, that word tripped me up. So I just used it as a title , since I rarely use titles for my poems. It was another late night poem. I had no inkling how this poem would go, just follow my instincts and with a good dose of passion. Got have passion in the poems and if you are really brave. Dance on the edge of of it. Yea, you might get bloody on it.

But at least you are wonderfully free !!!!

Grammar errors are unintentional and Enjoy!!!!!!!!

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                      Staccato

No more of my wandering petulant I -

Oh, lets us latch on the last sweet lover.
After all, this night is cold and young.
and death too, does not like the cold wind.

Then tomorrow, exile all the billowing thoughts
and shadows of dreams darting between the hours.
As if, all was that simple at the dusk hour, when this I
will always be the curved fuses of the rebellion.

Plead innocent, plead guilty, never mattering
with the black hangman noose you loved before.
Or was this day for the metallic glint of a gun?
Screams and cold steel do fabricate those thoughts.

Oh never mind – the accusations will decay back
into an atom, along with the white scars of winter.
I simple want to live and maybe love a life but that too -

is dubious dream to cradle and love into a spring day.

No such thing as bad photos, just future artworks!

Ah yes! there’s nothing like watching a poem you had misgiving, come together  tonight quite beautifully. Oh course being a woman, certain time of the month sometimes doesn’t help the poem getting to it’s final form last night. It was one those night, what did I write because the pages were so messy. But it does a great job of giving it a nice sharp edge when I wrote it.

So here is Wordle 41   As always grammar errors are unintentional and enjoy!

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Enough of my frozen serenity
that permeates in these fields of flesh.
Give this I – the first born of anguish.

After all, isn’t it always true ?

That everybody is dancing on their sweet graves
as we breathe in and out the day’s crisp minutes.
And for tonight, can the snowflakes be reborn
while the flames of time adds ashes to ashes.

Did I startle or shock somebody with the lines?
There’s always some soul who can walk backwards
and then walk forward, erasing all that was born
between those words and the quarter turn of the earth.

Yes to be childlike again, so the sinless joy is a grace.
That all is safe, as heard in a faint parent’s voice
after a night gone wrong in a child’s sweet eyes.
And I -

can stop being the tyrant and simple cry the tears.

Hrm, Not the best post unfortunately. Sorry to be so blunt! You should try some Norwegian carrot cake ( ) to cheer you up instead.

And you need to get a life!!!!!!!!!!

Ah it was nice weekend, especially when the main boss calls you up and tells you the library is closed for the day. It was snowing wonderfully when I got up. Got about 4-5 inches of the nice powdery kind. That kind does make it easier to shovel.

Now it’s raining and taking away my snow Honestly, can’t we just enjoy it for a couple days.

But what top the snowfall. Finding out that my branch manger, will be back to work on Feb 13. Watch us get a blizzard on that day. Now that would be funny!

Sadly I have to wait another year to see the 49ers go to the Superbowl. Looking forward to seeing the Patriots beat the crap out the Giants  All I can say about the Giants they got in the Superbowl by sheer luck. And sadly, I live in the Giantsland. Ugh!!! Speaking of sports -

I’m missing my auto racing terrible!!! I think the 24 hours of Daytona is this weekend. Yes!

Glad to that rejoin my The Sunday Whirl poetry group. Nice to know I was miss by a few members. I still have to read everybody poems tonight.So I’ll end this post here.

Enjoy!!

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And what shall we do?

With these whispering stories of the I
Can they be charmed into the scattering
of the ashes from a funeral pyre?

No,no – can’t do that. For they are
the shards of life, not cutting but lost.
Instinct says goodbye and the heart
urges you to find them and be whole.

Just ignore the coming footsteps of time.
Who like a child, can’t tell time from a clock.

Then again, too bad we can’t be scalded
in the light of God and its white glory too.
Whatever name he or she claims that day.
Something has be higher than a winter’s sun.

Ah yes, turn to another lined paper, letting
the new story become the sister of lies.
One can be blessed and wonderfully forgotten.
by the next time I hold the crescent moon.

Snow finally!! If all goes right, might have about 7 inches of that wonderful stuff! For a winter that has been lacking of late. I’ll take anything right now. The timing of the storm is in my favor to getting a day off too. Yea, I don’t work tomorrow. Rather spend the afternoon working on my puzzle or revising poems.

Speaking of poems, it’s always great to clean out my desk drawers. Found couple stacks of poems that need my attention.   Good thing I keep a list of of all the poems that I finished. I’m going need it for these stacks, they are really poems that serious need my attention!

Last thing, may the 49ers beat the crap out of the Giants.

I WANT THEM TO GO TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!!

I promise I’ll have some kind of artwork or photos for the next blog post!