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visions of hues
moving
twirling
across the sky
a silent
gentle dance
of summer
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Monthly Archives: August 2012
august
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guitar lessons
are now on wednesday
instead of tuesday
i made the orthodontist
appointment for tuesday
instead of wednesday
a book is in at the library
ready for pick-up
i need to mail a bill
and scrape paint
then repaint on the house
and the wood needs to be stacked
and cj needs driving hours
and i am to pick-up someone
at the airport this morning
oh
hazy
crazy
lazy days of summer
where did you go?
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radiant
a comet in orbit
his tail he shakes
leaving a trail of stardust
in his wake
before dawn
meteors fly
caught in view
by the naked eye
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for Percy the stardust doggie
pacific evening
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✯ pacific ✜ (adj.) 1540s, “tending to make peace,” from M.Fr. pacifique, from L. pacificus “peaceful”
peace-making,” from pax (gen. pacis) “peace” + root of facere “to make.”
Meaning “peaceful, calm” is first recorded 1630s.
Pacifical is from mid-15c. Related: Pacifically.
✯ Pacific Ocean ✜ 1660, from M.L. Pacificum, neut. of L. pacificus; so called c.1500 by Magellan
when he sailed into it and found it calmer than the stormy Atlantic.
Friday Photo . by N Davis Rosback . taken August 8, 2012
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the poetry of stolen words
There are times when we are overcome
I sing me song
in happiness, in kindness
I have known the promise
I immediately plunked down a dollar to buy it
a beautiful old fired clay jar
over the years that I admired
a temporary statement
I’ve waited for a long time
hanging on words
as if they were living things
be watchful for signs
a good sign
Eventually it all ends up neatly arranged
on white plastic tables in a driveway.
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buzz
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yellow zucchini blossoms
are delicious
not only to the bees
but also to me
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dog lesson
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these are the dog days
of which the afternoons
would be best spent
resting your miserable hot paws
under the shade of the nearest truck
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ripe
red tomato
ripe for the picking
slide a chair into the grass
bring a salt shaker
and feel the juice drip off your chin
cat can feel her nose…
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Can you touch your toes?
Can you feel your nose?
Now try and watch branches move
when the wind blows
so you can
see which way it’s going
when it goes.
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sweet pea
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To Do & Not To Do:
1. Start a friday photo posting.
2. Rest from posting on Saturdays and Sundays.
travel
Have you ever traveled and have things go way differently than planned? I once spent the
night in the Denver Airport with kids. I have learned a few more tricks about air travel since
then, but, i’m still not your first-class business traveler that is able to saunter-in with all the
perks from spending an unusual amount of time flying for being a creature with no feathers.
I have been doing more reading this week. In a way that’s like traveling and resting at
the same time. I started a visual art blog here that i would like to post in, at least once a
week, about the art of another artists, or of something that i’m doing that’s art related,
which might be pictures of someplace i’ve traveled for art viewing.
I’ve also been traveling south-of-town to a state park, to do some walking on the trails.
The trails are nice. The trees are very friendly and hospitable, and you could never meet a
more charming bunch, but they’re definitely not into traveling.
carnations
every funeral i’ve ever been to
smelled of carnations
so every time the scent comes my way
i think of my grandpa
my cousins, pam and janet
their lifeless, stiff, pale bodies
from head to hips shown
in a casket with white silk
makeup on the skin
that they never wore
before
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