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| The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 3/2/2009 3:41:12 PM | thank you, angel....thought to bring this here, written just over a month ago, edited today....
when water mirrors beauty
reflections appear perfectly....
like glass when water is calm
floating
silent stillness
the witness
gathering energy
in pools
currents cascading
creating waves rolling through....
energy rising
tidal waves so powerful
flooding all
like a roller coaster
full of excitement and exhiliration
perhaps some fear and excitation
moments filled with elation
joy within and exhaltation....
returning to the water's edge
life's journey seen in the reflection.... | |
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Posted: 3/5/2009 8:48:07 AM |   Welcome spring! hugs woobs! :)
Most of the critical things in life, which become
the starting points for human destiny, are little things.
- R. Smith
We learn from our gardens to deal with the most
urgent question of the time: How much is enough?
- Wendell Berry
Wishing you a spring
of blue
green and golden yellow too
Daffodills to fill your sills
Tulips of the rubyred
Sweetest things to lull your mind!
Only found in sweet springtime!
:) jules | |
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Posted: 3/8/2009 11:24:17 PM | Dance the Tide
Blue and blue
steely sky eye
heats the heart
Longing takes us apart
molecule by atom
pulse by direction
No help but to
steer forward into
the coming night
Will the feet into action
lifting over foam
flying, fumbling in the blue
and dance the tide
jjl
4 March 2009 | |
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Posted: 3/8/2009 11:54:18 PM | Aw Wooby, you are such an endless source of hope!
Will the feet into action
lifting over foam
flying, fumbling in the blue
and dance the tide
just lovely (and it's true, where there's a will, there's a way) | |
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Posted: 3/9/2009 3:31:45 AM | a touch of spring....for you
country air breeze stirs glistening leaves
as sun streams golden coral light on all
in the distance can hear the ocean
crashing on the shore
calling me to bundle up against the wind
to go and see and walk there more
locust trees bend as the wind rises
creaking sounds where they touch
hearing a woodpecker drumming
as the wood breaks down against its thrust
and where the snow has been so long
a patchwork ground began to show
finally today the grass is seen
through which the daffodils grow
i also loved the dance of tide....less is so often more and so powerful! | |
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Posted: 3/15/2009 7:57:07 AM | Sol
Sol was one of those
who knew the length and breadth
of Jesus, who had felt
the warmth of his footprints
on the Via Dolorosa,
deeper, sadder, after he assumed the weight of the cross,
the mortal heart pumping,
the God-given minutes of his earthly journey
ticking away...
Sol (no relation to that other Saul)
understood that history
had been broken into,
that the vaults would no longer
hold love, death, empire
as they once had done,
that all men and women,
from now on,
would be held to account.
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"Passing the Salt" | |
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Posted: 3/15/2009 12:32:01 PM | in ephesians 3 this is talked about by Saul. Or rather Paul. And in no relation to Sol.
I like it Jer.... good to see you back after a few days... your perspective is always missed | |
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Posted: 3/15/2009 8:02:26 PM | earth in it's habit
breaths and exhales
moistens ferns makes dewy
desert morning surfaces
hibiscus and oleander
and some unknown
phlox diffusa above bitumen
erupt in full contrast | |
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Posted: 3/20/2009 9:19:37 AM | | Thank you all for the visits while I was off meeting my grandbaby for the first time. Also the occasion of my father's 100th birthday and memorial. We ate the only food that we *knew* daddy loved, and each of the surviving 8 kids got 5 minutes to talk. For most of us it was one of the incidents we'd given my sister for the biography, but the most touching was my baby brother, who was five when daddy died, and has NO memories. So he thanked the rest of us for the gift of his father. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2009 9:33:54 AM | I rocked four babies in my womb
A few men too
But now I’m being groomed for a grandma
They tease me about it
My eagerness to hold a baby in my arms
Doesn’t coincide with my daughter’s chronology
They aren’t finished being babies themselves
And actually I don’t blame them
Sometimes I recess. | |
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Posted: 4/11/2009 4:20:01 PM |  Happy Spring Woobs! :)
~The Peace of Wild Things ~
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~Wendell Berry~
since ya said you love him...lol! for you~! hugs jules :) smiles :) | |
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Posted: 4/12/2009 5:08:11 PM | Ah, Jules, that's prolly my very favorite of his. I know a man in Iowa, who is both a farmer and a poet, who's actually talked, both farming and poetry, with him.
Happy Spring!!
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Posted: 4/14/2009 12:54:15 PM | Long time, no hello.
Happy spring.
I am next off to plant some phlox seed, to keep my clematis happy. (learn something new everyday)
In Spring Sleep
My dreams
spider crawl
across the vibrant night skies;
quietly weave strength and hope
into my web of days.
Where some god
got their feet tangled
and tore the threads
of this poem,
bits of gossamer pieces
fell to earth and
Three crocuses,
Two daffodils and
one promise
bloomed.
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Posted: 4/14/2009 9:34:30 PM | When I passed the mirror in the bathroom tonight
I heard myself say out loud
“sometimes, I hate you”
then I came back to the computer.
and wrote
“sometimes, I don’t”.
(thanks for the haven Woobs) | |
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Posted: 4/24/2009 8:17:44 PM | Hoper ~~ thank you!
Sophia ~~ Always Almost Haven. . . . ♥
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Mourning Cloak
I've seen them beat away the edges
of their wings
die on the pathway
watched funerals attended
by tens and twenties of
small blue bushfoots
But it is spring
and small white flowers
bask on hill and in bower
called something terrible
like blood root
And the sunny flower
so eager it can't wait
for its leaves is coltsfoot
already looking like snowy fields
The turkey paces me on
the way to town, but the
fat brown ground hog
spartles up the hill, drill
he sometimes loses
I braked for two squirrels
and mourned two others who
hadn't made it; and a baby 'sum
and skunk. Spring, always this
battle of death with life
life winning this round
jjl
24 Aprille 2009 | |
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Posted: 4/24/2009 9:15:06 PM | | Blood root/Lead wart - where did they come up with these names? I could do a better job at naming flowers. Thank you for taking us on your drive Wooby I sure miss your poetry. | |
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