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Posted: 8/23/2009 10:38:29 AM | k'nurse...what a BLUEtiful garden!!!
every few years i grow red cabbage...not because i like red cabbage, but because of the marvelously cobalt blue dye that can be produced from it!
have you read Lois Lowry's book 'Gathering Blue' ? it's a young adult book, but is lovely in that it carries the flavor of rendering from nature what can be ours to hold. | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 10:47:48 AM | Luria...I didn't know that about red cabbage...wonderful to know! This will dye wool??? I will be looking for the Lowry book... Thank you Rosie too for the comments.. Humble flax that becomes the honorable linen..makes the ancient part of today. Life can't get better than that!
kl | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 11:39:14 AM | I use the cabbage to dye pysanky eggs ! I have used it for batik and as a watercolor on rag paper...and it's very blue...but not for wool. Time to shear the white bunny? Or otherwise experiment. Hee. If you like cabbage, it's worth a try just to immerse a tea bag full of raw wool during the boiling.
Yes...the humanity of incorporating the past into the future is a marvelous undertaking on all counts. We have already lost what might be essential to future by loss of so much of our past. | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 11:48:41 AM | I'd like to be your chosen one
but you remain the frozen one
arms crossed firmly over your chest
stoic in deflecting my request
ok so my wallet doesn't ooze out cash
and my come on maybe a bit too brash
but my heart is oozing with desire for you
and that my dear is nothing new
hard to get you have mastered the art
with a shield of steel you deflect love's dart
don't bat an eyelash don't look my way
pretend that I might just go away
would I could for you play it well
but the feelings inside continue to swell
would you so simply let down your guard
you might discover it not so hard
to see a tomorrow full of warmth and light
with us arm in arm heading toward the night
of sweet repose and fragrant dreams
and the comfort found in being a team | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 2:20:55 PM | Iceaxe-if you could hand this poem to her..she'd have to thaw out..really like it.
Luria-can't email you- restrictions of age and smokiness :)
Found Lowry. Thanks | |
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Posted: 8/25/2009 5:15:20 AM | oh..what colorful conversation!!!...luria, i so agree....
Yes...the humanity of incorporating the past into the future is a marvelous undertaking on all counts. We have already lost what might be essential to future by loss of so much of our past.
axeman...if she only knew you....if she only knew!!!
(if that is indeed an ode to 'her'!!!)
thank you dear friend for leaving your words..
his words
still haunt
'how do you
want to live
the rest of your life?'
never before
had those words
occurred to me
and now
i want
to live
in beauty
simply | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 6:06:21 PM | i open my life to you
completely
come be who you are meant to be
and i will feed you omelets
with salmon from the northwest
and i will give you freedom
to be who are are meant to be
simply
(lunarlunacy....let me know where you will will land...oakland, sf, sacramento...and i will pick you up...am sooo excited!!) | |
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Posted: 8/31/2009 1:54:05 AM | typo alert!!! will fix in a minute...am moving soon (am so excited) and have extra room for visitors (oh lucky, lucky me!!)...talked with looney last night and if he can find a cheap flight he'll come to california for a visit....oh yay!!!....i think sometimes all we need is to simply get away....
i open my life to you
completely
come be who you are meant to be
and i will feed you omelets
with salmon from the northwest
and i will give you freedom
to be who you are meant to be
simply | |
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Posted: 8/31/2009 10:37:13 AM | It amazes me
when I see
the tall, lankiness
of a man
It's is rather strange
how it happens
First, we shoot up
and they try to peek at us on the monkey bars
Then, they're 6 ft or better
trying to coax us into their car
And my little man
Is at my knees
For some reason it bothers me
To think of him
as a big, tall man
looking down at his mommy
How will I rock him?? | |
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Posted: 9/1/2009 4:26:34 AM | (sarah...enjoy every moment for they are forever fleeting...)
they grew
in a heartbeat
nurtured by my love
teaching me the meaning of life
the true essence of this breath
and the next
i step back and
look at their brilliance
honored to know
their souls | |
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Posted: 9/1/2009 5:27:27 AM | Love the poems ladies, what I'm working on now fits quite well I think.
I am perfection; from
an upward thrusting youth
that points nipples north and
paints rose petals on my skin.
Delivered, the force of fertile ground
where the Goddess delves her roots,
rocking children in Summer lands.
Laced skin stretched, softened, glowing;
I summon the tongues of ancestors
that teach love in the songs of life.
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Posted: 9/1/2009 10:19:07 PM | It's Sep 2, 1:14 AM
I like to close my eyes
when I sing or play
although I can't see the fretboard
or the words I must say
I prefer that they pour
from within my heart
I don't like to cheat
Like to pretend I'm smart
enough to barrel through this world
eyes closed
yet half- c o cked
fly into a valley
never seeing that I might have rocked
just a bit too far
this way or that
my head has always been too big
to fit in some ordinary hat
just meandering down
dirt roads slick with gravel
always seeking to find
Frost's "Road Less Traveled"
and Poe's Raven called to me
when I was just a girl
Started writing way back then
Never know what a little whirl
upon my trip
will produce
goodnight my friend
many blessings to you | |
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Posted: 9/2/2009 6:07:40 AM | pm and sarah...thank you both for the gifts of your words.....
is it
all in my mind
the time of fantasy
and dreams
not what it seems
hopes for tomorrow
and the sorrows
never planned
alas
closing my eyes
i find
peace of mind | |
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Posted: 9/2/2009 4:46:10 PM | Click here to see
How this mom
lost her stretch marks...
Better yet
Wear them with pride
Walk back to the stint
where you gained 15
and finally got "boobs"
Remember the unrestrained passion
after 2 months without
the fear and excitement
When you peed
up a gravel road
on a little stick
damn the pink lines
Fast forward past a few more
See him standing at the door
With that look that says
we're not going anywhere tonight
cell phones off
blissful romps
one day
the pants are too tight
damn the pink lines
Stretch marks start out pink
then fade into white
Mine are clear up to my belly button
but you can't see them late at night
Remove them?
Erase my memories?
Or caress them with love
trace them with your tongue
and walk my path with me
Fading away
the most natural part
May be for some
But I'll keep my stretch marks | |
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Posted: 9/2/2009 9:32:38 PM | i look up at him now.
it's been years since
his small voice
chimed with mine
so deep and yet
in my mind
it's there
he snuggles with me
a young man at boy
with bunny under chin
he laughs and yet
a sadness of youth
echoes long
unspoken
his friends come with
he send them in
"go hug my mom"
the order flung with ease
and grace I so deserve
each set of arms
about
i think i'll always find a way to rock... | |
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Posted: 9/4/2009 6:24:54 PM | luri, sarah...oh the wonders of our children...we are a lucky lot i must say!!
the greatest joy
on earth
is watching
my children
become who
they are meant to be
happily...
my baby
with his wanderlust
currently savors
north carolina
sending pix
of a world unknown
how did they
(he and his sibs)
survive the insanity
called 'their' childhood
simply by loving
unconditionally
and believing
in their dream
i remember e
wanting to be
a ghostbuster
when he was 5
honey, you can become
ANYTHING
you want to be
it's up to you...
so at 17
when he proclaimed
'mom i want to join
the coast guard'
i bit my tongue
and supported him
all the way
sending packages
at holidays
until the years slipped by
and now at 25
he's an underwater welder
(i still don't get it)
working the country
and soon abroad
living the life
HE chose
exploring HIS
dream
happily... | |
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Posted: 9/8/2009 5:58:20 AM | how do you want to life the rest of your life?
that question became my journey
opening myself to possibilities
unknown to me
and now i think of
beauty, happiness and health
(oh thank you dear one)
moving beyond my safe little world
into the light of the unknown
and when i knocked
on HIS door
he invited me in
and we danced
to the light of the moon | |
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Posted: 9/8/2009 12:16:52 PM | This was definitely a flight of fancy moment. Hope you all enjoy. Lovely writes...
Entry for September 08, 2009
A pair of flies dripped down
from the roll of death
as it hovered above me
they lit on a petal
of the sweetest smelling rose
their constant brrr... whirp
reminding me
that before me
God's creatures
are suffering
I am silent
but have cut the red tape
they are still buzzing away
it's been over three days
I suppose I should kill them
but maybe I will just set them outside
their wings plastered from non-toxic pesticide
My buddy said it was a thing of the south...
The Yankee in me allows them to suffer and die.
The Sarah in me
Is gonna squish them
between the petals
of the beautiful rose
and try not
to demolish my arrangement
that I picked for myself
because I do not wait on men to bring flowers
too much energy required for such things
I can escape
cut the flowers
kill the branch
and torture flies
all by myself. | |
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Posted: 9/9/2009 5:15:09 AM | sweets...
write what you feel..
it's wonderful...
who cares what people think
anyways!!!
i loved the twist at the end...
brilliant! | |
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Posted: 9/9/2009 10:33:35 PM | Interesting!
In the news today it was disclosed that only a few rare antelope are left living in the wild in a remore region of southeast asia. The antelope have been harvested to the point of near extinction. There are none living in captivity.
GENEVA, Sept 3 (Reuters) - The Saola antelope, discovered in 1992 by scientists in remote valleys on the borders of Laos and Vietnam, is on the brink of extinction from hunting with dogs and snaring, the nature body IUCN said on Thursday
http://www.reuters.com/article/latestCrisis/idUSL238791
for visual images
http://images.google.ca/images?q=asian%20antelope&hl=en&ie=UTF-8&client=firefox-a&channel=s&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&tab=ni | |
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Posted: 9/10/2009 2:44:10 AM | trulio...what a beautiful animal..the story saddens me so...
countenance of peace
out of a country of pain
such rarity a find
but once again
(out of ignorance)
does man's desire
stake claim
to the future
of such beauty? | |
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Posted: 9/10/2009 5:12:45 PM | Today at precisely twelve noon
On the most glorious of late summer days
Someone dared intrude upon my
Myopic depression
Shouting on my quiet street
Not the high-pitched voices of
The kids across the back fence
Or the loud mouth two doors down
Heading for the front room window
The anguish in the man’s voice was plain
“Call 911. Send the ambulance. Jesus God.”
He cried bent double on the lawn
My neighbour’s son across the street
I’ve seen him many times
But we’ve never spoken
Nor would we now
Already I could hear the sirens
A full three-branch response
Fire Trucks, Ambulance, Police
All available at the call of despair
Eddie across the way had told me
Jack wasn’t long for this world
And now it seemed the time had come
But life seldom follows orders
Had never met Jacks wife Monica
Who seldom left the house
But today she left the world
Death visits near on a glorious late summer day
In twenty minutes it was all over
Urgency exchanged for solemnity
No more flashing lights or sirens
As uniforms returned to the service of the living
Tonight is unbelievably fine
As the sun falls on Monica’s family
Bracing one another against the pain
While an unknown stranger weeps | |
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