A Slice of Lime (Day 372)
Simple afternoon blistering in lavender shadows
book on the table eyes drifting closed as you doze
Your dreams flicker like bubbles rising in a glass
and I cling to the side a slice of lime my life preserver
It seems the ice melts more quickly as summers fly
past those other people we used to be though
the woman who sells tomales from door to door in
my neighborhood will tell you it wasn’t always this way
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
I picked this poem of Hannah’s to share in part because of the picture she used (it’s one of her own). It reminded me of summer and warm temperatures–something I would love to have now. Winter is dragging on; I’m done with cold and dreary.
If you want to read more of Hannah’s poetry (including Haiku), stop by her site here.
I’ve been in the mood lately to write haiku. It’s a short, but rewarding challenge. Remember, a haiku poem has three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second has seven, and the third has five.
I am by no means a master, but the weather and my surroundings have inspired me. I also Google examples and advice for writing better haiku. Check out this site for more information.
The below haiku was written on Wednesday. It came to me as I was driving to work. I hope you like it. (The picture is mine from November 2014. I thought it was a good fit with the poem.)
Fog in the valley
Raindrops dotting my window
Cars racing nowhere
Feel free to leave me comments and feedback! There is always room for improvement!
I’m going to take a break from books and writing to give a shout-out to all the dads out there. Happy Father’s Day! I hope you have all enjoyed your day!
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to spend my day with my dad. We live in different states, but at least I got to meet-up with him and my mom yesterday for lunch. I guess, technically, we celebrated a day early!
I hope that most of us can relate tales of how our fathers have helped us or the things they’ve done for us. I’m happy to say that I can.
I’m very lucky in that my father and I get along well and share a lot of the same traits. Growing up, he held a stressful job and worked all kinds of crazy hours. Once he retired, we had a chance to grow much closer. He’s the purveyor of wisdom and advice on all things car- and home-related. He’s the teacher, and the one to tell it as it is—no sugar coating for dad!
While I could drone on and on, I’ll end with a verse from “Only Dad,” a poem by Edgar Albert Guest. You can find the entire piece here.
Only a dad, but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.
Thank you, dad, for all you’ve done. I look forward to many more years with you!
A throw-back picture from my high school graduation.
I took the below photo while on a recent trip to St. Michaels, Maryland. I wanted to share more than just the pic so I looked for a relevant poem. I hope you enjoy the boat and Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Poem found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/242552
We’ve had some warm days sprinkled in of late…they have me so anxious for spring. I can’t wait for the blooming flowers and for the bunny rabbits to return. Yes, I’m sure I’m crazy (and do remind me I typed that when my allergies explode), but I love this time of year. The fresh scent in the air, the longer days, the promise of summer’s warmth.
Before I get too sidetracked, I’m going to share a photo and a poem to help herald Spring’s arrival later this week. The poem is Spring, the sweet spring by Thomas Nashe. I found it http://www.poetryfoundation.org. They are a great resource! Be sure to check them out sometime.
Spring, the sweet spring
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!
Ignore the stars between stanzas, please. WordPress and I were doing battle. The * was the only way I could get the spacing correct. Forgive me, Mr. Nashe.
I don’t know what is with my body this winter. I’ve managed to catch just about every sickness that has gone around. Well, with the exception of the flu (*knock on wood* I guess there’s still time for that!).
In exasperation, I texted my friend Dawn last night and told her I should just live in a bubble; that will be the only way for me to stay healthy. Being the awesome friend she is, she offered that I could do that if she could roll me around!
Then, my friend Julie had to get in on the bubble action. Here’s her refrain to my new situation…
Roll me around, I just wanna get better.
Roll me around, til I find a better day.
Roll me around, find some method to my madness, there’s gotta be something else coming my way…
So that’s what my life has come to?? It sounds like the start to either a depressing short story or a bad country song…at this point, I’m not sure which. After Julie’s refrain, I’m thinking song is the way to go!
As I type this, I have a box of Kleenex and a trash can within arm’s reach (see what I mean??). I hope and pray that spring is close by—as in right around the immediate, very next corner. Somehow, after checking the extended forecast, I don’t think that’s the case. Continue reading “What Immune System?”