BE STILL IN HASTE

 (Wendall Barry)

How quietly I
begin again

from this moment
looking at the
clock, I start over

so much time has
passed, and is equaled
by whatever
split-second is present

from this
moment this moment
is the first

(Photo mine)

BE STILL IN HASTE

(Wendall Barry)

How quietly I
begin again

from this moment
looking at the
clock, I start over

so much time has
passed, and is equaled
by whatever
split-second is present

from this
moment this moment
is the first

(Photo mine)

Lines Depicting Simple Happiness
(Peter Gizzi)

The shine on her buckle took precedence in sun
Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere
It feels right to be up this close in tight wind
It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you
About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know
With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler
About you many good things come into relation
I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like
A is for knee socks, E for panties
I is for buttondown, O the blouse you wear
U is for hair clip, and Y your tight skirt
The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be
The bright air hangs freely near your newly cut hair
It is so easy now to see gravity at work in your face
Easy to understand time, that dark process
To accept it as a beautiful process, your face.

Lines Depicting Simple Happiness
(Peter Gizzi)

The shine on her buckle took precedence in sun
Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere
It feels right to be up this close in tight wind
It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you
About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know
With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler
About you many good things come into relation
I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like
A is for knee socks, E for panties
I is for buttondown, O the blouse you wear
U is for hair clip, and Y your tight skirt
The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be
The bright air hangs freely near your newly cut hair
It is so easy now to see gravity at work in your face
Easy to understand time, that dark process
To accept it as a beautiful process, your face.

First blueberries of the season from my garden, and their simple perfection reminded me of this wonderful Shel Silverstein poem. 

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Old Man Simon
Old man Simon planted a diamond
Grew himself a garden the likes of none
sprouts all growin’
comin’ up glowin’
fruit of jewels all shining in the sun
colors of the rainbow
see the sun and rain grow
sapphires and rubies on ivory vines
grapes of jade
just ripenin’ in the shade
just ready for the squeezin’ into green jade wine
pure gold corn there
blowin’ in the warm air
ol’ crow nibblin’ on the amethyst seeds
In between the diamonds

Old Man Simon
Crawls about pullin’ out
platinum weeds.
Up in the tree there’s
opal nuts and gold pears
hurry quick grab a stick
and shake some down
take a silver tater
emerald tomater
fresh plump coral melons hangin’ in reach….

In between the diamonds
Old Man Simon
Stops and rests and dreams about

one…. real…. peach.

(Shel Silverstein)

First blueberries of the season from my garden, and their simple perfection reminded me of this wonderful Shel Silverstein poem.

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Old Man Simon
Old man Simon planted a diamond
Grew himself a garden the likes of none
sprouts all growin’
comin’ up glowin’
fruit of jewels all shining in the sun
colors of the rainbow
see the sun and rain grow
sapphires and rubies on ivory vines
grapes of jade
just ripenin’ in the shade
just ready for the squeezin’ into green jade wine
pure gold corn there
blowin’ in the warm air
ol’ crow nibblin’ on the amethyst seeds
In between the diamonds

Old Man Simon
Crawls about pullin’ out
platinum weeds.
Up in the tree there’s
opal nuts and gold pears
hurry quick grab a stick
and shake some down
take a silver tater
emerald tomater
fresh plump coral melons hangin’ in reach….

In between the diamonds
Old Man Simon
Stops and rests and dreams about

one…. real…. peach.

(Shel Silverstein)

Let the Sunrise Come
Let the night’s darkness
turn into the light of the sunrise.

Let it shine through
the windows of houses, buildings,
and barns.

Let the farmers start milking,
let the clouds float in.
Let sunrise come.

Let the children flood
into school.

Let the babies make messes
with their breakfast.

Let sunrise come.
To the lazy cats,
to the active puppies,
to the croaking frogs,
let sunrise come.

Let the roosters call
cock-a-doodle-doo as everyone
wakes up to their alarms.

Let it come
and let it be bright,
let sunrise come.

by Claire, 3rd grade

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This poem is from the Writers in the Schools project blog. The blog feature essays, stories, and poems that were created by K-12 students in the program. All material (c) Writers in the Schools 2007-2011

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(Photo mine; Red Top Mountain, Georgia; iPhone 5)

Let the Sunrise Come
Let the night’s darkness
turn into the light of the sunrise.

Let it shine through
the windows of houses, buildings,
and barns.

Let the farmers start milking,
let the clouds float in.
Let sunrise come.

Let the children flood
into school.

Let the babies make messes
with their breakfast.

Let sunrise come.
To the lazy cats,
to the active puppies,
to the croaking frogs,
let sunrise come.

Let the roosters call
cock-a-doodle-doo as everyone
wakes up to their alarms.

Let it come
and let it be bright,
let sunrise come.

by Claire, 3rd grade

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This poem is from the Writers in the Schools project blog. The blog feature essays, stories, and poems that were created by K-12 students in the program. All material (c) Writers in the Schools 2007-2011

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(Photo mine; Red Top Mountain, Georgia; iPhone 5)

On this Friday the 13th, I have been thinking about superstition, and the weirdness of how many of us, as kids, had a lucky rabbit’s foot on a key chain. Seriously?

(“Blind Lemon” Jefferson, under-appreciated still today.)

On this Friday the 13th, I have been thinking about superstition, and the weirdness of how many of us, as kids, had a lucky rabbit’s foot on a key chain. Seriously?

(“Blind Lemon” Jefferson, under-appreciated still today.)

"For she had eyes and chose me."
-William Shakespeare, ‘Othello’

(Wild Rose petals; Jena, Germany; iphone 5)

"For she had eyes and chose me."
-William Shakespeare, ‘Othello’

(Wild Rose petals; Jena, Germany; iphone 5)

Geocaching.
Trust me - this is farther and steeper than it appears.
And that chain on the section of trail is really a 1960s way of saying “Hey! Pay attention! It’s really steep and narrow here.”

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music. 
And death a note unsaid.” 
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

(Cemetery angel; Ore Mountains; iPhone 5)

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

(Cemetery angel; Ore Mountains; iPhone 5)

Crouch, Mary — Taken ca. 1914 at the “Fanny Packer Place,” New London Road, Mystic, CT; Mary wrote: “The cat is Mr. Heath’s cat that lived next to us. The cat saw the camera and nothing would do till I took him up so he could have his picture taken”

(Source:http://home.comcast.net/~schultz3025/photos.htm)

Crouch, Mary — Taken ca. 1914 at the “Fanny Packer Place,” New London Road, Mystic, CT; Mary wrote: “The cat is Mr. Heath’s cat that lived next to us. The cat saw the camera and nothing would do till I took him up so he could have his picture taken”

(Source:http://home.comcast.net/~schultz3025/photos.htm)